( when he speaks more, it really does break the illusion; the accent is all wrong. wanda nods to his words, grateful despite the flooding memories that weaken her emotionally, and she's turning to glance around the stairs despite her eyes still not adjusting to the darkness.
(βand though she's separating herself from him, unconsciously, a hand remains holding onto one of his armsβas a point of reference, as an anchor, to just live in said illusion for a few seconds longerβ) )
They're uneven, but I just moved here ( she's new ) so I haven't gotten used to them.
( hm.
realizing she's holding on to his arm, she lets go, brings arms closer to herself, clinging onto the strap of her cross-body bag. she'll start carefully making her way back towards the stairs, fishing for the phone she was given and hoping to use some of the light from the screen to catch the glint of her keys. it's no smartphone, but... )
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(βand though she's separating herself from him, unconsciously, a hand remains holding onto one of his armsβas a point of reference, as an anchor, to just live in said illusion for a few seconds longerβ) )
They're uneven, but I just moved here ( she's new ) so I haven't gotten used to them.
( hm.
realizing she's holding on to his arm, she lets go, brings arms closer to herself, clinging onto the strap of her cross-body bag. she'll start carefully making her way back towards the stairs, fishing for the phone she was given and hoping to use some of the light from the screen to catch the glint of her keys. it's no smartphone, but... )
βI need to find my keys.
( if he wants to help. )