He IS my Lightning. He's [ -- she doesn't want to think about this right now. Doesn't want to get into semantics, start tossing around labels she hasn't really considered in the heat of the moment because words have power at the most basic level, they can be used to bind, suggest, but he's -- ] my leaf.
[ She doesn't hesitate. In fact, her fingers flew with speed and certainty with the first statement and the second statement came so naturally to her as though it explains everything because to her it does even though she's never expanded, never put it into more words.
She should put more down. Comment about how syrup doesn't have eyes to see anything visible or not, but there's something about this, something rattling around inside her that hasn't quite stopped since she read the words "not your lightning". She's... only just now finishing reading JJ's text.
What is this? He's hers. She knows. She has no doubt, but this feeling... ]
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[ She doesn't hesitate. In fact, her fingers flew with speed and certainty with the first statement and the second statement came so naturally to her as though it explains everything because to her it does even though she's never expanded, never put it into more words.
She should put more down. Comment about how syrup doesn't have eyes to see anything visible or not, but there's something about this, something rattling around inside her that hasn't quite stopped since she read the words "not your lightning". She's... only just now finishing reading JJ's text.
What is this? He's hers. She knows. She has no doubt, but this feeling... ]