You must keep your back straight, [janus tells her, their voice as soothing as they can make it-- calm, mild as the misting rain under which orchids flourish and springtime advertises its gauzy sense of romance. it's actually really similar to their murder voice, sort of toneless and quiet, but fortunately rosie has none of that for frame of reference!] And then let yourself fall. Trust that I will catch you.
[in reality, it's both less and more than that. you don't have to trust in someone else to protect you, if you can trust in yourself to survive the fall itself. however, there's something to be said even for the simple pretend. it could mean anything. it could mean nothing. but she falls, a slender body through space, music thumping again her skin and the chilled air of the lounge whisking her hair. and when she lands, it's squarely in the hunter's arms.
and then they're smiling down at her, their face close enough that she can make out the freckles on their nose, smell they'd had something mint to crisp their breath before they'd drunk the long island ice tea. and she can tell that-- mainly because then they're moving, with careful optimism, to kiss her.]
powerposing more, moving this along, poke me if not ok!
[in reality, it's both less and more than that. you don't have to trust in someone else to protect you, if you can trust in yourself to survive the fall itself. however, there's something to be said even for the simple pretend. it could mean anything. it could mean nothing. but she falls, a slender body through space, music thumping again her skin and the chilled air of the lounge whisking her hair. and when she lands, it's squarely in the hunter's arms.
and then they're smiling down at her, their face close enough that she can make out the freckles on their nose, smell they'd had something mint to crisp their breath before they'd drunk the long island ice tea. and she can tell that-- mainly because then they're moving, with careful optimism, to kiss her.]