[ he’s on his back, squeezing his eyes to let the thudding sting ease into numbing (which was always rather fast, he was used to being thrown around, especially by gabi), but when he opened his eyes—
the blond woman was tending to him, checking his head, any impact sources, but there had been a spark, he felt. a spark deep inside of him, a little less than when he was recovering from his bed and felt zeke’s scream. electricity. he remembers her smiling down on him, and speaking her name to a fatigued body that could only smile once they were allowed to drift to rest, with peace— ]
Historia . . . ?
[ he says it with no true lingering familiarity, but more like repeating a word being whispered to him in confusion. falco’s eyes go wide as the imagery in his head and through his true vision merge— that was no hallucination, just like flight above the clouds. ]
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the blond woman was tending to him, checking his head, any impact sources, but there had been a spark, he felt. a spark deep inside of him, a little less than when he was recovering from his bed and felt zeke’s scream. electricity. he remembers her smiling down on him, and speaking her name to a fatigued body that could only smile once they were allowed to drift to rest, with peace— ]
Historia . . . ?
[ he says it with no true lingering familiarity, but more like repeating a word being whispered to him in confusion. falco’s eyes go wide as the imagery in his head and through his true vision merge— that was no hallucination, just like flight above the clouds. ]