[ juno doesn’t really want to believe it at first. it feels almost invasive, the intimacy of a voice sneaking through his skull. he reaches up and half brushes his right eye a second, as if trying to reassure himself that the tumor is gone, really gone.
it’s just the earrings, he tells himself. just the earrings.
the brush of her nose to his knuckles is something he watches slowly. she’s big, not like any creature he’s seen on mars. more like the ones you see in old books on earth in forests that are lush and green and dark. he lifts his hand up for her just a bit, fingers loose like an offer for her to explore what she will. it’s weird, but this whole storm business is weird enough to begin with. might as well
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[ juno doesn’t really want to believe it at first. it feels almost invasive, the intimacy of a voice sneaking through his skull. he reaches up and half brushes his right eye a second, as if trying to reassure himself that the tumor is gone, really gone.
it’s just the earrings, he tells himself. just the earrings.
the brush of her nose to his knuckles is something he watches slowly. she’s big, not like any creature he’s seen on mars. more like the ones you see in old books on earth in forests that are lush and green and dark. he lifts his hand up for her just a bit, fingers loose like an offer for her to explore what she will. it’s weird, but this whole storm business is weird enough to begin with. might as well
make friends or whatever... ]
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