[It really would take most of those flowers, but the reason why his breathing stopped wasn't because he was unable to but a temporary side effect of the magic within the nectar kicking in. Throughout the whole time he had been in a dreamless state of unconsciousness, and the nectar had slowly worked to calm and relax the effects of the enchantment on him.
So right as Tifa starts to press her lips against his, before she can even administer CPR, his eyes flutter open as he tries to take a breath—only to find her with her mouth over his.
...? ?? ??????
Of course he's frozen in shock at the sight, but before either of them could even move, the owl from before suddenly flies in.
"I forgot to mention that brewing the nectar into tea will make it more...effective..." It stares down at them for a whole second before it coughs into its wing. "Oh my, looks like you managed in your way. Excuse me for the interruption~" And with a slight lilt in its voice, it flies away.
It's that moment that Eustace comes to his senses and jerks back gasping, his mind spinning as he's trying to process what in the hell just happened. His memory is still a blur, still unable to recognize the woman in front of him. But at the very least the idea that she's a threat is no longer there, a growing sense of strange familiarity in its place instead.
Still doesn't answer why the hell her mouth was on his so explain is what his bewildered, wary glare is telling her.]
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So right as Tifa starts to press her lips against his, before she can even administer CPR, his eyes flutter open as he tries to take a breath—only to find her with her mouth over his.
...? ?? ??????
Of course he's frozen in shock at the sight, but before either of them could even move, the owl from before suddenly flies in.
"I forgot to mention that brewing the nectar into tea will make it more...effective..." It stares down at them for a whole second before it coughs into its wing. "Oh my, looks like you managed in your way. Excuse me for the interruption~" And with a slight lilt in its voice, it flies away.
It's that moment that Eustace comes to his senses and jerks back gasping, his mind spinning as he's trying to process what in the hell just happened. His memory is still a blur, still unable to recognize the woman in front of him. But at the very least the idea that she's a threat is no longer there, a growing sense of strange familiarity in its place instead.
Still doesn't answer why the hell her mouth was on his so explain is what his bewildered, wary glare is telling her.]