[ it might not be the real sky, just some sort of realistic construct put together on the station, along with the various trees in the area. but even when daisy pulls him down, his weight too loose to hold back when he's drawn to the ground, he can feel the tickle of the grass to the exposed parts of his skin, brushing against his neck, heightened tingles prompting a shudder through his whole body.
like this, he can peer upwards to the brighter twinkle, the view looking like a twisting kaleidoscope, and if she doesn't pull away, he keeps hold of her hand, like an anchor to latch onto while his body feels like it's being pulled in multiple directions.
he's quiet for a long moment, just looking up, breath heavy with parted lips as he stares up, entranced. ]
Used to be that we were limited by where we could go. Now we could go anywhere we want.
[ he doesn't specify if he's talking about here and now, or just in his own world. he's too high to distinguish between the two right now. ]
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like this, he can peer upwards to the brighter twinkle, the view looking like a twisting kaleidoscope, and if she doesn't pull away, he keeps hold of her hand, like an anchor to latch onto while his body feels like it's being pulled in multiple directions.
he's quiet for a long moment, just looking up, breath heavy with parted lips as he stares up, entranced. ]
Used to be that we were limited by where we could go. Now we could go anywhere we want.
[ he doesn't specify if he's talking about here and now, or just in his own world. he's too high to distinguish between the two right now. ]