[P] never told no one but we look so cute

[Theodosia]

Her breath burns in her lungs, galaxies spinning behind her eyelids with bright pin-pricks of light that burst and flash as though their only goal is to blind her. Everything is a sense of falling, of a flight where her wings could no longer hold her and her legs have failed to carry her weight, of a spinning world that no longer stops at her command and a rushing river that blocks out all sound in her ears. Her knees crash into the pavement and begin to bleed, sluggishly at first and the blood mixes with the rainwater around them to trail down her pale legs and stain the fur there a delicate pink. “Commander,” She rasps back when her eyes finally open again, bright and glazed with the fever that’s overtaken her body, and there is no stopping the small smile that pulls across her lips when she sees Marisol’s (worried, why did she look so worried?) face. “You’re really cute when you do that,” She laughs, fever-drunk and leaning onto Mari as though she might topple (she would) if she were let go, gesturing with her muzzle towards the set line of Mari’s jaw. Her skin is cold and clammy, chills beginning to run down her spine, and she presses closer without realizing, seeking out the heat of Marisol’s body -- and yet to Marisol, it likely felt as though she were on fire, so high was her temperature. “S’cold, you know that? Be nice weather to curl up under a blanket with a pretty girl like you,” The words are almost slurred, the cadet leaning her head heavily onto Mari’s shoulder and blinking up at her owlishly. “---M’actually kinda tired, can we do that? That sounds nic--” And her eyes were closing again, the rush building in her ears and the galaxies spinning behind her eyelids once more, her knees threatening to buckle without the solid support of Marisol holding her up. "Speaking."

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@Marisol