[ A side-effect of being able to breathe again after not needing to for so long is... Well, Max sometimes forgets her body needs it. Especially so when she's panicked. Basil's grounding grasp stops her in her tracks, therefore, and it prompts her to gasp in air. Her wings hanging from her extra arms wrap around her, as if she's enveloping herself in a hug, while her claws—the had Basil has taken between his own and her other, shaking and hanging free—grip tightly onto Basil like he's a life preserver keeping her from drifting out to sea.
What she can't explain—what she doesn't know the explanation for—is that the need to see Basil was compounded by the Dyster ghost. It left her with an incredible feeling of hunger, comparable to her normal state as a Waldgeist, and an unbearable emotional emptiness. Her heart convinced that everything and everyone was lost to her. Max doesn't understand it, just knew that all of a sudden she had to go, had to leave, and...
And see Basil.
Even as she's terrified that she'll burn him up just by touch. Terrified that the predator in her will look at the prey animal that he is and want to rip him apart.
Neither happens. The sight, feel, the very scent of him at least calms her enough to breathe. ]
...You'll...go with me? [ Of course. Of course, it's barely a question, but...an expression of relief. ] Thank you- I'm sorry, I- I really wanted to...to hold on, but.
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Date: 2023-07-21 05:15 am (UTC)What she can't explain—what she doesn't know the explanation for—is that the need to see Basil was compounded by the Dyster ghost. It left her with an incredible feeling of hunger, comparable to her normal state as a Waldgeist, and an unbearable emotional emptiness. Her heart convinced that everything and everyone was lost to her. Max doesn't understand it, just knew that all of a sudden she had to go, had to leave, and...
And see Basil.
Even as she's terrified that she'll burn him up just by touch. Terrified that the predator in her will look at the prey animal that he is and want to rip him apart.
Neither happens. The sight, feel, the very scent of him at least calms her enough to breathe. ]
...You'll...go with me? [ Of course. Of course, it's barely a question, but...an expression of relief. ] Thank you- I'm sorry, I- I really wanted to...to hold on, but.
[ A shake of her head, fins, shrinking down. ]