[... fuck. And here Riley's the smooth one. Ellie opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. Instead, she shuts it and laces their fingers together, clearing her throat as she straightens up.]
D'you...
[It's hard to breathe again, in a way that has nothing to do with her injured lungs. It comes out in a breathless half-laugh, then leaks away into a thoughtful, warm silence.]
Mind if I tell people that I'm- [She searches for the word, the phrase. All the titles seem so freaking archaic and weird. Eventually she settles on something that fits. Something Riley's always called her, which takes on a new meaning now.]
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Date: 2014-03-28 08:35 am (UTC)D'you...
[It's hard to breathe again, in a way that has nothing to do with her injured lungs. It comes out in a breathless half-laugh, then leaks away into a thoughtful, warm silence.]
Mind if I tell people that I'm- [She searches for the word, the phrase. All the titles seem so freaking archaic and weird. Eventually she settles on something that fits. Something Riley's always called her, which takes on a new meaning now.]
-your girl?