Jaune wraps his arm around her, and the heady rush of conflicted feelings rushes through her again. Happiness, because it's him, but the melancholy sadness of him being gone, too. She wonders if she'll ever stop feeling that way (maybe not, so long as Jaune only exists in her dreams, but it's more than she had before, so she'll take it). Still, Pyrrha does something she might never have had the courage to do before, and lets her free hand entwine he fingers with Jaune's, where it's dangling from her shoulder.
"We'll see if you still say that tomorrow," Pyrrha chuckled quietly, turning to smile softly at him. "Yes, we can. I've seen every inch of this city."
Beacon...there was a part of Pyrrha that wanted to go back. Sometimes if she closed her eyes, she thought she could see their dorm just as they'd left it (but sometimes, she couldn't remember what color Jaune's comforter was, and wasn't that scary, in it's own way? Time fades all things, whether you want it to or not. One day she just might forget and never remember).
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Date: 2019-05-28 07:30 am (UTC)"We'll see if you still say that tomorrow," Pyrrha chuckled quietly, turning to smile softly at him. "Yes, we can. I've seen every inch of this city."
Beacon...there was a part of Pyrrha that wanted to go back. Sometimes if she closed her eyes, she thought she could see their dorm just as they'd left it (but sometimes, she couldn't remember what color Jaune's comforter was, and wasn't that scary, in it's own way? Time fades all things, whether you want it to or not. One day she just might forget and never remember).