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a rush of, well, something flowed through her veins as her name slipped past max's lips and the girl rushed at her. for a second, a sense of repulsion flickered and saarthal had to resist the urge to step away; it vanished soon enough but not before the bitter taste of fear rolled down the back of her throat like a cold, hard pebble, washed smooth by the sea. 

"hey, babe," saarth murmured into the crook of max's neck, folding herself into her friend's embrace. there was something comforting about the scent that enveloped her, it reminded her of their times together - mallaidh, varinril, max - better days. she squeezed her eyes shut and breathed in, allowing herself just this moment to float away.