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12.)
It was like warmth and color, pushing and pulling, spinning and spilling, light and life…It was like their minds could take finally take a breath, while their bodies couldn't breathe. It was like submerging…merging…
It was every contradiction imaginable working together. It was fierce and gentle, deep yet clearly just the surface of what could be. Time stopped, but everything flared into life.
And they were so completely, fully and wholly…together.
It was an explosion in their minds and hearts, a roaring in their ears and souls. Feeling each other, breathing each other, pouring all their selves into the other…they were one.
And all those people who said it was like a dance, they were right.
And all those people who said it was like a dream, they were right.
And all those people who said it wasn't so special, that what made it the incredible thing it was were the feelings behind it, the potential of what it could mean…they were right.
This was hyped up more intense than it might have been under other circumstances. They weren't holding back. They had found the door and jumped headfirst through it. But it was still so simple, so natural.
Warmth and color, pushing and pulling, spinning and spilling, light and life…and calm.
But not once they had pulled away.
There was a lurch as if the earth underneath them, if there was truly any to speak of, had moved. And then the world seemed to splint. Light had broken through the black. But it wasn't a good sort of light, or at the very least a harmless one. It was like lightning or fire or far worse things, and it was pulling everything apart.
The outline of what Nita recognized as the Lone Power's "human" form appeared with a very ugly look on its face.
So you've found a flaw in the design. You're still not getting out of here. Your worlds can't possibly merge safely while you're in them. It will kill you, and the spell…A minor loss for me, but you losing everything will be somewhat of a slight compensation. Two less hindrances for future plans.
He glared at them, his face not nearly as calm as his voice, but just before he disappeared a smirk broke through his features. Then he was gone.
And it only seemed to get worse after that. It was as if space was pulling itself apart and they were in the middle of it. And it was in the middle of them, or somewhere deeper than their center or their being at all. They were connected to, harboring, being this chaos. There was tugging and pressing, everything around them rebounding just as clearly and devastatingly within. Their world was crashing down around them and they themselves were crumbling with it.
AN: Summer's coming…that traditionally means more free time, but knowing my life…I'm going to work like crazy to get the next chapter out within a reasonable span of time, I swear! Don't kill me! Or at least grant me one last wish and review…