[open] there's an art to life's distractions

[Laurelin]

Laurelin finds that he cannot, or does not want to, look away as Chasmata comes closer still. The feeling that there is something… right about the lack of distance between them deepens. Like things are fitting together just as they should for the blue stallion. It was practically a crime that he spent so much of his time alone. The smile that had been growing as the distance shrank disappears when she pulls her head back after sticking her head in the rising sparks and there’s something that’s awfully close to worry that makes his heart drop at the idea that he had (accidentally) just hurt her. But this feeling uncoils itself when she laughs, and then when she smiles it brings his own back instantly. “Sorry.” He says and (surprisingly) means it. “I didn’t think they could actually hurt.” He was going to have to remember that, not use that as an excuse to lure someone pretty close to him. But she doesn’t seem put off by it, as she tests the air around him, and Laurelin’s grin grows - eyes dancing in the light of their merged glows. “The warmth is benign, though. Just comes with my company.”

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@[chasmata]