[She falls into him and for her, it's like a sigh of relief; but for Komaeda, it's as if he's just inhaled his first taste of fresh air after holding it in for so long. It's overwhelming to have someone inside of you, and it's so very intimate. He's suddenly more aware of every breath, every beat of his heart.
Can she feel it now? The way it races whenever she's near?
And when she turns his head and snaps his eyes open, is it different, he wonders? His senses as a mer are sharper than a shade's. Every prickle of electricity in the air buzzes through his scales, to even the feeling tips of his fleshy hair. His large, pelagic eyes can see better in the dark of her apartment, and he can hear the sounds of shuffling movement two doors down.
Is it new in a way that overwhelms her just as her presence within him does?
But more than anything, he feels a comfortable weight within him. As if he's been a half-empty cup his whole life, just begging to be filled. For once, he has the conscious thought of being thankful he's alive, simply to be her vessel. And then Atem comes to mind—this is what it must have been, for him. This is that comfort he had talked about, all those months ago. Komaeda understands it now.]
I won't leave you, [he responds in the safety of their shared skull,] I need you, too.
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Can she feel it now? The way it races whenever she's near?
And when she turns his head and snaps his eyes open, is it different, he wonders? His senses as a mer are sharper than a shade's. Every prickle of electricity in the air buzzes through his scales, to even the feeling tips of his fleshy hair. His large, pelagic eyes can see better in the dark of her apartment, and he can hear the sounds of shuffling movement two doors down.
Is it new in a way that overwhelms her just as her presence within him does?
But more than anything, he feels a comfortable weight within him. As if he's been a half-empty cup his whole life, just begging to be filled. For once, he has the conscious thought of being thankful he's alive, simply to be her vessel. And then Atem comes to mind—this is what it must have been, for him. This is that comfort he had talked about, all those months ago. Komaeda understands it now.]
I won't leave you, [he responds in the safety of their shared skull,] I need you, too.