[The magic woman falls out of her hole with a decided] Oof [and draws herself up to her feet. Is this where she was going? She doesn't remember anymore. Part of her doesn't even care. She'd seen that hole and she'd crawled through it, because why shouldn't she crawl through it? It was made for her. It even had a pointy bit on top for her hat.
Still, this cave was kind of boring. She's ready to teleport herself somewhere else, until she sees him.
You forgot your floaties.
She knows him. She doesn't want to know him. Or does she? When she looks at him, her chest aches like someone's hollowed her, making her want the delirium, the delicious no-thinking. The madness to go along with the sadness, to go along with her magic.
He has a name. Simon. That's his name. He belongs to her.
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Still, this cave was kind of boring. She's ready to teleport herself somewhere else, until she sees him.
You forgot your floaties.
She knows him. She doesn't want to know him. Or does she? When she looks at him, her chest aches like someone's hollowed her, making her want the delirium, the delicious no-thinking. The madness to go along with the sadness, to go along with her magic.
He has a name. Simon. That's his name. He belongs to her.
She throws herself at him.]