Moonspear Synesthesia

Some of his anger seemed to dissipate and when he made a point to reassure her, Wildfire felt warmth bloom in the center of her chest and fan out, chased quickly after by a boneless sense of relief. He wasn't angry with her. She felt, stupidly, like she could cry. Having never even experienced this side of Floki before, she had never realized its effect on her. It was something that would preoccupy her, later.

"Okay," she said simply, her voice a bit breathy, as she tentatively stepped toward him and nuzzled against his cheek. She pushed Tevinter, his aspirations on the bay, their (totally platonic!) kiss and everything else into the back of her mind as she closed her eyes and tried to tap back into their good moods of just five minutes ago.

"I'm sorry I brought it up," she murmured after a beat, eyes still draped shut. "I just thought you should know but—bad timing." Wildfire's eyes popped open again and she tipped her head to meet his gaze. "Because we were having such a good moment, before I went and ruined it." She smiled weakly through a sigh, rubbing her nose along the edge of his jaw, dimly aware that she was still fishing for reassurances.