Lotte felt more than saw the dust as it was pulled from the air, because the rush of clean air into her lungs was so entirely unexpected she choked on it. Her face tucked into her arm as she coughed hard, took a few deep breathes until her body acclimated to the thinness of clean air. She turned back to Alastor, following the line of his arm into the air and above, feet spinning her in a circle as she took in the air around them, clearer than it ever was, even before a storm. The next breath she took was sweet and full like fresh milk, and Lotte let her eyes slip closed as she took in the feeling of it all. The swell of her lungs, the coolness of the clear air against her outstretched fingertips, and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips.
He could say whatever he liked, everything Alastor did was much, much more than nothing at all to her.
Like this, the harsh lines of the horizon were even more visible, but no stars. There probably wouldn't be stars for a week or two, and they were one of the things Lotte missed most when they were gone.
Her arms fell back to her sides, and she turned to look at Alastor thoughtfully when he asked what she wanted to show him. What she was proud of.
Wasn't that obvious to a thing as clever as he was?
Lotte, filled to the brim with air and whiskey and delight at knowing something Alastor did not, enjoyed the ringing laugh that tore from her throat, "Well you've already seen that."
Her hands came to clasp behind her back, and she looked at him, let herself be well and truly pleased with the fact that he was here and she was the reason for that. That being here seemed to please him as well, for some reason she couldn't quite figure just yet. Wherever that led her, Lotte'd made the choice herself... and she loved herself for it, at least in this moment.
"It's you. I would have thought that was obvious."
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Lotte felt more than saw the dust as it was pulled from the air, because the rush of clean air into her lungs was so entirely unexpected she choked on it. Her face tucked into her arm as she coughed hard, took a few deep breathes until her body acclimated to the thinness of clean air. She turned back to Alastor, following the line of his arm into the air and above, feet spinning her in a circle as she took in the air around them, clearer than it ever was, even before a storm. The next breath she took was sweet and full like fresh milk, and Lotte let her eyes slip closed as she took in the feeling of it all. The swell of her lungs, the coolness of the clear air against her outstretched fingertips, and she couldn't help the smile that spread over her lips.
He could say whatever he liked, everything Alastor did was much, much more than nothing at all to her.
Like this, the harsh lines of the horizon were even more visible, but no stars. There probably wouldn't be stars for a week or two, and they were one of the things Lotte missed most when they were gone.
Her arms fell back to her sides, and she turned to look at Alastor thoughtfully when he asked what she wanted to show him. What she was proud of.
Wasn't that obvious to a thing as clever as he was?
Lotte, filled to the brim with air and whiskey and delight at knowing something Alastor did not, enjoyed the ringing laugh that tore from her throat, "Well you've already seen that."
Her hands came to clasp behind her back, and she looked at him, let herself be well and truly pleased with the fact that he was here and she was the reason for that. That being here seemed to please him as well, for some reason she couldn't quite figure just yet. Wherever that led her, Lotte'd made the choice herself... and she loved herself for it, at least in this moment.
"It's you. I would have thought that was obvious."