Endymion had been trying to keep perfectly motionless, for obvious reasons – but, regardless of that, his breath caught in his chest as she approached. From a distance, she’d looked exactly as he remembered her, might have walked right out of his memory – he hadn’t even known he remembered her half so well as that – but up close he began to notice the little differences. Small things, mostly, in her face or in the way she held herself... She had always been strangely down-to-earth and had that air of unassuming confidence, even at nineteen; but it suited her better now, like she’d grown into herself. But that made sense – it had been eight years. (Was that right? Eight years? Really?)
He was so stunned by that revelation that little blue fires had sprung up all around him before Endymion even noticed what she’d been doing. The Devil’s Snare relaxed its grasp from his arms and his legs and about his waist, shrinking away back towards the wall. Not about to waste the opportunity to move, he scrambled to his feet with appreciation, and more haste than he was used to.
Now standing, he shot her a grin in gratitude and nodded smoothly. “Oh, I’m superb now, thank y–” Moving out of the way of the vines, Endymion was mid-step towards her – though, as it turned out, he was not entirely alright. His body had been under such pressure in the plant’s grasp that now, loosed, his arms felt like they were floating at his sides and his legs felt like jelly. The stumbling step had been too much, too soon: his legs buckled beneath him, he swayed, and the next moment Endymion, with dazed surprise, found himself sprawled face-first in the dirt by her feet.
He was so stunned by that revelation that little blue fires had sprung up all around him before Endymion even noticed what she’d been doing. The Devil’s Snare relaxed its grasp from his arms and his legs and about his waist, shrinking away back towards the wall. Not about to waste the opportunity to move, he scrambled to his feet with appreciation, and more haste than he was used to.
Now standing, he shot her a grin in gratitude and nodded smoothly. “Oh, I’m superb now, thank y–” Moving out of the way of the vines, Endymion was mid-step towards her – though, as it turned out, he was not entirely alright. His body had been under such pressure in the plant’s grasp that now, loosed, his arms felt like they were floating at his sides and his legs felt like jelly. The stumbling step had been too much, too soon: his legs buckled beneath him, he swayed, and the next moment Endymion, with dazed surprise, found himself sprawled face-first in the dirt by her feet.
