[Sharing space with someone in this way means no hiding. That's the other thing. She hasn't ever voluntarily entered anyone who wasn't a future meal, and even then she rarely does. It's too revealing. All of her emotions are laid out raw. She can lie in words, but the feelings resonating in the shared space will always give her away.]
[Dizzy with incoming pain, she swallows hard around the playful assault of physical and sensory input. She's wanted her body back for so long, and this isn't it, but it feels so close, as strange and inhuman as it is. She's crawled all over this body already. She's made it home in almost every way.]
[She lays a hand on the kitchen island for balance. It's not hard to take pain, but it takes a little concentration. The subtle touch of cool tile under her hand is so overstimulating that she shudders.]
[If she looks down at the sink, she can almost see their — his — reflection, the color of his eyes strangely vibrant in the steel. She looks, and the softness of her own expression seems alien to both of them.]
[There's no lying, really. There's no way he can't already feel the resonance of it.]
no subject
[Dizzy with incoming pain, she swallows hard around the playful assault of physical and sensory input. She's wanted her body back for so long, and this isn't it, but it feels so close, as strange and inhuman as it is. She's crawled all over this body already. She's made it home in almost every way.]
[She lays a hand on the kitchen island for balance. It's not hard to take pain, but it takes a little concentration. The subtle touch of cool tile under her hand is so overstimulating that she shudders.]
[If she looks down at the sink, she can almost see their — his — reflection, the color of his eyes strangely vibrant in the steel. She looks, and the softness of her own expression seems alien to both of them.]
[There's no lying, really. There's no way he can't already feel the resonance of it.]
. . . I love you.