[ She isn't threatening at all right now. She's bedraggled and drenched, only having vaguely noticed with shock that it felt like the water itself had foisted her out, a brief great, even the water doesn't want to have anything to do with me (an inane thought, brought about by maybe nearly drowning).
March also hardly needs helpful suggestions or orders, either. Whoever's just propped her up has a steady hand, firm but gentle, which inexplicably reminds her of Dan Heng whenever he'd maneuvered her out of danger.
But first, the coughing. It's not at all attractive or impressive, the way her shoulders hunch and she hacks and chokes up all the water she'd swallowed. Which, unfortunately, was a lot. There's absolutely no way to make the noises sound adorable.
Finally, hoarsely, reflexive tears stinging her eyes as she stares at the sand-- ]
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Date: 2024-01-28 03:45 am (UTC)March also hardly needs helpful suggestions or orders, either. Whoever's just propped her up has a steady hand, firm but gentle, which inexplicably reminds her of Dan Heng whenever he'd maneuvered her out of danger.
But first, the coughing. It's not at all attractive or impressive, the way her shoulders hunch and she hacks and chokes up all the water she'd swallowed. Which, unfortunately, was a lot. There's absolutely no way to make the noises sound adorable.
Finally, hoarsely, reflexive tears stinging her eyes as she stares at the sand-- ]
Worst... landing ever...