( how can the same water make them feel so vastly different things? shouldn't they both be shivering, shouldn't they both be burning? shouldn't they both be... the same? as rita reaches out and presses her fingers to the back of sylvie's neck, sylvie's own hand comes up and she grabs the other girl's wrist, wrapping her fingers around her hand, holding her there.
she is cold. but it's also cold in a way that seems to take the sting of the sweat and the burning fire in her system. without really meaning to, she holds on tighter to her, so she can't go anywhere. )
It feels nice.
( it's almost said with a sigh. little more than a murmur. where they touch, it's nice. )
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she is cold. but it's also cold in a way that seems to take the sting of the sweat and the burning fire in her system. without really meaning to, she holds on tighter to her, so she can't go anywhere. )
It feels nice.
( it's almost said with a sigh. little more than a murmur. where they touch, it's nice. )