She doesn't know if she can watch. Well— obviously she can, is capable. She can look. She doesn't know if she should look, if Rani wants her to, and so she glances to her as she turns her back, and forces her gaze away. Then she realises that the mirror still affords her a reflection of Rani undressing and she swallows a cough, and brings her gaze to the water. It feels like she can't quite exhale, like her lungs are locked, made of the steel that she works into being.
There is a flush rising up her neck from her chest, her ears burning pink, her cheeks dusted as well, and that is just as Rani walks to the bath and takes her hand. She still doesn't know if she should look, and its partly because she knows that if she does she will just stare and not be able to look away. As she steps into the bath, Magni gulps in a breath, and feels her shoulder jerk with the threat of a hiccup.
If there is any god at all, I can't get hiccups in this moment.
A moment of unrelenting panic, before she realises that it was a false alarm. It's just in time for her to realise that Rani has kneeled on either side of her, and her eyes slip shut for a moment as her weight settles against her, a soft sound escaping her without her even realising. One of Magni's hands going automatically to rest at Rani's waist and she looks to her, the rise and fall of her chest quickening.
"I would— um." She is tripping over her words. "That— yes." Reaching for the bar of soap, Magni doesn't hand it over immediately. "If I can— if you would like me to—" wash you, touch you, also.
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There is a flush rising up her neck from her chest, her ears burning pink, her cheeks dusted as well, and that is just as Rani walks to the bath and takes her hand. She still doesn't know if she should look, and its partly because she knows that if she does she will just stare and not be able to look away. As she steps into the bath, Magni gulps in a breath, and feels her shoulder jerk with the threat of a hiccup.
If there is any god at all, I can't get hiccups in this moment.
A moment of unrelenting panic, before she realises that it was a false alarm. It's just in time for her to realise that Rani has kneeled on either side of her, and her eyes slip shut for a moment as her weight settles against her, a soft sound escaping her without her even realising. One of Magni's hands going automatically to rest at Rani's waist and she looks to her, the rise and fall of her chest quickening.
"I would— um." She is tripping over her words. "That— yes." Reaching for the bar of soap, Magni doesn't hand it over immediately. "If I can— if you would like me to—" wash you, touch you, also.