[ Her steps backwards are practically skips, the fabric of her jumpsuit flowing around her giving the appearance like she's floating. With her hands clasped behind her back, she looks very much like herself to anyone who knows her well enough but that thought is the farthest thing from her mind as she continues to back up, holding his gaze with smiling eyes that shine in the light.
She'd blow him a kiss, but even that felt too on the nose for her. Instead, she holds her gaze as long as possible until she whirls around at the last moment in a whirlwind of black and gold. Taking off down the path, her wings angle themselves, not unlike how a wyvern's would when they're speeding off. Mentally (and despite herself), she knows she's at a disadvantage thanks to his long legs but her slight form has always made her more difficult to catch.
Not that she intended to escape his grasp. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him now, was she?
The maze twists and turns, but it's all down one continuous path. When she comes to a fork in the road she peers just over her shoulder spotting him; and while she doesn't stop, she doesn't jolts to the right until the very last minute calling - ]
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[ Her steps backwards are practically skips, the fabric of her jumpsuit flowing around her giving the appearance like she's floating. With her hands clasped behind her back, she looks very much like herself to anyone who knows her well enough but that thought is the farthest thing from her mind as she continues to back up, holding his gaze with smiling eyes that shine in the light.
She'd blow him a kiss, but even that felt too on the nose for her. Instead, she holds her gaze as long as possible until she whirls around at the last moment in a whirlwind of black and gold. Taking off down the path, her wings angle themselves, not unlike how a wyvern's would when they're speeding off. Mentally (and despite herself), she knows she's at a disadvantage thanks to his long legs but her slight form has always made her more difficult to catch.
Not that she intended to escape his grasp. But she wasn't going to make it easy for him now, was she?
The maze twists and turns, but it's all down one continuous path. When she comes to a fork in the road she peers just over her shoulder spotting him; and while she doesn't stop, she doesn't jolts to the right until the very last minute calling - ]
Don't tell me you're going easy on me.