[She doesn't pull away. For all her cagey behavior, she only hesitates for a moment before leaning up into the kiss itself— and for as insistent as she'd been on the fact that she had someone back home, there's something about this that feels strangely right. Maybe it's only because it's been over a month since she's last seen Walsh, but she's never been the type to let her loneliness get the better of her, particularly not when it came to men.
Any vague hope she might have had for the kiss being magical, however, is dashed. Nothing changes, as much as a small part of her had almost believed that it might.
The kiss breaks a moment later, apropos for the occasion. Briefly, she's too hung up on the kiss itself to realize that he'd slipped something into her hand, but she quickly regains her senses, reaching with one hand to carefully grab hold of his wrist and lower the arm attached to his hook. She holds the vial up between the pair of them, seeing the brilliant blue of its contents for the first time as she does so.]
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Any vague hope she might have had for the kiss being magical, however, is dashed. Nothing changes, as much as a small part of her had almost believed that it might.
The kiss breaks a moment later, apropos for the occasion. Briefly, she's too hung up on the kiss itself to realize that he'd slipped something into her hand, but she quickly regains her senses, reaching with one hand to carefully grab hold of his wrist and lower the arm attached to his hook. She holds the vial up between the pair of them, seeing the brilliant blue of its contents for the first time as she does so.]
What's this?