I YIELD. -- Hot Pie
Myrika is by Aly!
Vesper's arms wrapped around her and Myri found herself nearly facing the other woman. Though she was still grinning, it was more a star-crossed sort of look now than one of pure amusement. Turquoise eyes followed and noted the flick of an ear, but there were few other signs of anxiety -- at least, none Myrika could detect. Why would the flick of an ear outweigh an entire twist of body, after all?
Myrika made a face she hoped was something close to a smile, trying to diffuse the wave of heat and confusion and anxiety washing over her. Being a valiant in battle has its benefits, I see, the hybrid said slowly, almost jerkily -- she was more than happy that Vesper was not trying to squirm away, but momentarily paralyzed all the same. She could feel well-muscled and warm flesh against her own, clutched in her arms and beneath her fingertips. Her moving fingers, she realized, stilling them with a little jolt. They'd seemed to move all on their own, light touches entirely unbefitting one engaged in combat.
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