[ She holds in the immediate urge to apologize for what she's said when she hears him laugh, but just barely. Fortunately, the soft kiss he gives her seals it away, never to be said, at least not in this moment. Instead, buds of ranunculus sprout in the newly-freed locks of Thoma's hair - the very same sort of flora that bloomed on the back of Ori's owl form when she'd caught him in freefall, cushioning him.
She likes— no, loves him so much, and not for the first time she has to wonder if it's really alright for her to feel this way about somebody that she met in a dream. In a dream within a dream, even, but... Thoma isn't just somebody. He's a warm fire on a cold night, a shield from the nightmares, a bright sun on the darkest of days.
For a moment, she remains as they are - faces pressed in close, but her eyes go half-lidded as her gaze falls from his eyes and to the ends of his hair, where her fingers thread gently through locks of gold. She's sure, in this moment and every moment onwards, that she would find a way to tear down the outer planes to find him again should she ever find herself parted from him. Even if it meant forsaking the world from which she came— after all, Ori believes in the likelihood that at the very end of the line, there won't be much in it for her to remain tethered to.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she gives an airy laugh of her own, and echoes the words he's said to her in days past: ]
You would be practically irresistible.
[ Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she tries to bite back the smile that forms on her lips, and her fingers continue to play with the lengths of his hair, wanting to remember every little detail about this moment. Even the way that fabric pools around them and keeps them from being as close as she admittedly would want to be, and she's not even entirely sure what to do with that sentiment. For now, all she can do is lean in and capture his lips in another heated kiss. ]
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She likes— no, loves him so much, and not for the first time she has to wonder if it's really alright for her to feel this way about somebody that she met in a dream. In a dream within a dream, even, but... Thoma isn't just somebody. He's a warm fire on a cold night, a shield from the nightmares, a bright sun on the darkest of days.
For a moment, she remains as they are - faces pressed in close, but her eyes go half-lidded as her gaze falls from his eyes and to the ends of his hair, where her fingers thread gently through locks of gold. She's sure, in this moment and every moment onwards, that she would find a way to tear down the outer planes to find him again should she ever find herself parted from him. Even if it meant forsaking the world from which she came— after all, Ori believes in the likelihood that at the very end of the line, there won't be much in it for her to remain tethered to.
Pushing those thoughts aside, she gives an airy laugh of her own, and echoes the words he's said to her in days past: ]
You would be practically irresistible.
[ Her teeth clamp down on her lower lip as she tries to bite back the smile that forms on her lips, and her fingers continue to play with the lengths of his hair, wanting to remember every little detail about this moment. Even the way that fabric pools around them and keeps them from being as close as she admittedly would want to be, and she's not even entirely sure what to do with that sentiment. For now, all she can do is lean in and capture his lips in another heated kiss. ]