[ She's briefly distracted by their joined hands, the way his fingers look in the light as she laces her own through, the disturbed dust motes floating above his knuckles. Now, more than ever, she believes she made the right choice when she chose him - even if it had felt like months of battering her heart against a wall. It doesn't anymore; that's what matters.
He'll wait while she regroups, and Pyrrha knows she needs that time. Will need, has needed.
Right now, she's still flying high on her own accomplishments, remembering a little more who she was. The Invincible Girl, once. Pride and happiness and him: all these things spur her on, making her brave in a way that isn't borne of fatalism.
Not wanting to let go of that feeling, she tugs him in and kisses him.
(Just think of it as a preview of things to come.) ]
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He'll wait while she regroups, and Pyrrha knows she needs that time. Will need, has needed.
Right now, she's still flying high on her own accomplishments, remembering a little more who she was. The Invincible Girl, once. Pride and happiness and him: all these things spur her on, making her brave in a way that isn't borne of fatalism.
Not wanting to let go of that feeling, she tugs him in and kisses him.
(Just think of it as a preview of things to come.) ]