[ she isn't quite sure what it was that woke her, but one thing was constant throughout her slumber: she felt him in her dreams. it wouldn't fair to say she dreamt of him at all, though; the nightmares surrounding michael and mikhail remain. and she hears the dragons there as well, but none of that compares to the tug of the bond between them.
while she was already in the process of waking up, it's unmistakable that as he draws closer, she more she feels him, and the more awake she becomes. and it's only when he finally stands before her pod that her eye finally opens. sees the frost of the glass opening, and feels the cold immediately after. the pod opens with her tumbling toward him, placing a hand on the solid muscle of his chest to balance herself. and even as she hears his question (the tone isn't lost to her), she doesn't answer him quite yet.
it's a lot to take in, after being asleep for nearly a month's time. those in slumber isn't stirred by time, she had found this out the first time she'd woken, but judging by their bond, it just feels like it has been a while since they so much had stood close to eachother.
she forms a fist around the fabric of his shirt, exhaling softly before straightening herself. ]
You don't waste any time, do you?
[ and some sarcasm for him, as well — already, she feels her mana being drained slightly, perhaps compensating for lost time. withdrawing her hand, she looks around. ] How long was I out?
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while she was already in the process of waking up, it's unmistakable that as he draws closer, she more she feels him, and the more awake she becomes. and it's only when he finally stands before her pod that her eye finally opens. sees the frost of the glass opening, and feels the cold immediately after. the pod opens with her tumbling toward him, placing a hand on the solid muscle of his chest to balance herself. and even as she hears his question (the tone isn't lost to her), she doesn't answer him quite yet.
it's a lot to take in, after being asleep for nearly a month's time. those in slumber isn't stirred by time, she had found this out the first time she'd woken, but judging by their bond, it just feels like it has been a while since they so much had stood close to eachother.
she forms a fist around the fabric of his shirt, exhaling softly before straightening herself. ]
You don't waste any time, do you?
[ and some sarcasm for him, as well — already, she feels her mana being drained slightly, perhaps compensating for lost time. withdrawing her hand, she looks around. ] How long was I out?