[ The victorious grasp, victorious laugh, and their accompanying celebratory smooch, earns Horse a pale-eyed look of surprise, an affect that borrows from Bella's state of general synaptic shock. But it's not long before she's wearing her own crooked grin, her brain suffused with chemicals that trace the fuzzy emotional line between panic and exhilaration. ]
Never enough time- [ she states with the airy tone of proverb, tinged with giddiness ] -to do everything that wants doing.
[ At the mention of her precious little box, the shock briefly returns as itself, prompting Bella to grasp at the container that is nestled between her ankles, tucking it up against her side with one arm while the other tries to keep hold of the lightning gun. It's with an awkward crab shuffle that she unhinges her legs and keeps pace with Horse; judging by the stiffness in one of them, her body is starting to take stock of the damage it has sustained. Pain blanches a face otherwise flushed with excitement.
The shapes of the ZDG hovercraft is a good as an angelic visitation, judging by the relief on Bella's face. Maybe she's imagining that they are her ticket home, that when she gets to one, that will be It For Today. This is the epitome of wishful thinking. As the still-fresh rapports of projectile-fire echoing through Olympus indicate, this battle is far from over. ]
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Never enough time- [ she states with the airy tone of proverb, tinged with giddiness ] -to do everything that wants doing.
[ At the mention of her precious little box, the shock briefly returns as itself, prompting Bella to grasp at the container that is nestled between her ankles, tucking it up against her side with one arm while the other tries to keep hold of the lightning gun. It's with an awkward crab shuffle that she unhinges her legs and keeps pace with Horse; judging by the stiffness in one of them, her body is starting to take stock of the damage it has sustained. Pain blanches a face otherwise flushed with excitement.
The shapes of the ZDG hovercraft is a good as an angelic visitation, judging by the relief on Bella's face. Maybe she's imagining that they are her ticket home, that when she gets to one, that will be It For Today. This is the epitome of wishful thinking. As the still-fresh rapports of projectile-fire echoing through Olympus indicate, this battle is far from over. ]