[The kiss, the barest press of lips to her forehead, is grounding. It catches Lup while she's drowning in the grief of having both lost and regained him, dragging her back up to the surface for air. She'd spent the last week trying so desperately to find him, telling herself that he wasn't actually gone, refusing the truth laid out so plainly in front of her.
And now that Taako's back, she's only just realizing how lost she'd been those last seven days. It's a fraction of what her twin went through when she disappeared, but maybe the woman understands him that much better for it.]
Twelve hours? No shit?
[It's by sheer willpower alone that she finally pulls away even the slightest bit, just to let her twin up off the ground, so she can give him a quick look over. To make sure those twelve hours didn't leave him hurt. But the way Taako says the words, it has her wondering. There's a significance there, a weight she can't ignore. Did they...?]
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And now that Taako's back, she's only just realizing how lost she'd been those last seven days. It's a fraction of what her twin went through when she disappeared, but maybe the woman understands him that much better for it.]
Twelve hours? No shit?
[It's by sheer willpower alone that she finally pulls away even the slightest bit, just to let her twin up off the ground, so she can give him a quick look over. To make sure those twelve hours didn't leave him hurt. But the way Taako says the words, it has her wondering. There's a significance there, a weight she can't ignore. Did they...?]
Tell me everything.