sorry chicky! <33
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The proximity to one another had unconsciously shifted- so that where they'd stood separately before her invasion of his face, now they stood just a hairs bredth from each other. He didn't realise how much the feel of her hand on his face relaxed him until she removed it, his own face moving of its own accord to press against it, a silent plea not to move. The cold air rushed up in place of Lena's hand and he stepped back, brows dipped in confusion. He didn't have a name for the feeling, but he knew he wanted to be closer to her, to spend as much time as he could with her. Trying hard not to think about what it might mean, Temeraire accepted the blindfold from her, enjoying the touch of her fingers against his skin even for just a brief moment. Her soft words caused a smile to his lips- she was strong, he knew that
The sensory deprivation stopped any reply he may have had. Without moving, he tried to remain upright and refrained from stooping. The instinct to get close to the floor to balance himself would probably have been classed as cheating even if Lena couldn't see what he was doing. Her near silent footsteps were only just caught and Temeraire automatically took a step in the direction he'd heard. Straightening, he took a deep breath and put another foot in front of him. Unconsciously his arms came out to help him balance and he moved at a slow pace. He thought he was moving in a straight line, but when he gestimated where Lena might be, flinging his arms out to 'catch' her, he was met with air. "Hey! Lena, are you moving?" He called out, turning around as if to go back the way he'd come.
"You know, this isn't exactly a fair test! You can't see if I'm going in a straight line and neither can I." He pointed out, ears flickering against the constraint of the blindfold underneath them. He could spend hours walking around in circles and if she was moving away from him each time, they could be hear for days. Stopping, he allowed heightened ears to listen for her, catching a breath of air before he settled into a crouch. Staying blindfolded, to perhaps make this attack more fair, he launched himself in the direction he thought he'd heard her breathing from, arms outstretched to collide with her.
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