[She kind of doesn't expect this to work. It's not like she can claim to know Yasha, as if she can really claim to know any of them, but Yasha most of all. She's dipped in and out from them, always keeping to the sidelines, always waiting for one of these signs. Maybe it didn't work out when they got kidnapped, but-- she knows she's watching the horizon more than she's ever watching Beau. Beau couldn't ask for it to be any different anyway. As much as she'd love Yasha to take notice, that's-- a pipedream. A desire fueled by a physical attraction and nothing more.
But when Yasha starts to move, their fingers brushing together, everything in the world starts to shift. Beau feels her heartbeat skip and stutter, her stomach tightening as her head feels light. For a moment, everything is silent. There's no waves or gods or distance, only Yasha in her hand and the look that they share.
She pulls herself out of it, of course, to grip Yasha's hand in hers and pull her back towards the shoreline, trying to recover from the force of the moment.]
Hey, it's... it's okay, alright? We can stay here or just, uh... find somewhere else. If it'd make you feel better.
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But when Yasha starts to move, their fingers brushing together, everything in the world starts to shift. Beau feels her heartbeat skip and stutter, her stomach tightening as her head feels light. For a moment, everything is silent. There's no waves or gods or distance, only Yasha in her hand and the look that they share.
She pulls herself out of it, of course, to grip Yasha's hand in hers and pull her back towards the shoreline, trying to recover from the force of the moment.]
Hey, it's... it's okay, alright? We can stay here or just, uh... find somewhere else. If it'd make you feel better.