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I had all taken a turn for the surreal, so much so that Nova's hand reached across to her other arm and pinched the underside of it. She was very much awake, very much real, very much trapped in this unlikely moment. She had to learn how to see Miss Dempsey not as an unearthly mythical creature but as any other mortal like herself, like she must have once before. Had she always shattered the moment Miss Dempsey turned the full, unbearable weight of her attention upon her? It wasn't as though Miss Dempsey had paid much mind to her in the past, not until somewhat recently had she seemed to really See her. It was exciting yet equally terrifying. It was for the best that Miss Dempsey didn't know the effect she had upon her, it was inexplicable and she'd certainly think less of her for it.

This was hard, however, when Miss Dempsey had arm around her and seemed to have no regard for Nova's delicate sensibilities as she bombarded them with relentless informality and what comment - a handsome rake! Was she blushing again or was blushing now her constant state of being? Miss Dempsey had probably forgotten that her face could ever be anything but pink.

N-No, not really. After all it wasn't often in her day to day that she was so thoroughly tested, emotionally speaking. It was usually embarrassment or horror that cut her adrift from her senses and her life was not particularly abundant with either. She still didn't know how to acknowledge Miss Dempsey's rake comment but felt she ought to. It had been, she suspected, an attempt at levity for her benefit after all. I think a handsome rake would not be quite so... So what? She realized too late that she'd trapped herself with her own sentence. Sweet. The word felt insipid and utterly wrong. She grimaced, a change of expression that looked more like the feeblest beam of sunlight had just been shone in her eyes.

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