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𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 (ℎ𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡) ([personal profile] valle) wrote in [personal profile] heavymetals 2025-02-19 01:49 pm (UTC)

( She barely adjusts to the novelty of being carried before they begin to rise; barely manages to weave her arms around his shoulders when she notices his feet leaving the ground, and her eyes go wide, snapping up to his face in pure, unfiltered surprise.

She knew about the metal, she didn't know he could fly. She feels like she has been uno-reversed in her anticipation to laugh at him. Now she's the clown.

She's so startled by this, she almost forgets about the cat for a second — too busy staring at him, baffled, once their feet touch the ground again.

But then he's clicking, and the kitten is meowing, and it's pure instinct for her to drop down into a crouch, to make herself smaller, less intimidating, more vulnerable to the curious, wary little cat. She flits her eyes between it and Erik, hesitant, afraid to move lest she scare it off and send it running. She will let him teach her — all she does is gently hold out a hand, fingers upturned in offering.

The cat rises to its feet gracefully, lazily stretching out its back with a sleepy arch.
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