[ the ribbons and braids are only half unraveled by the descent. running feels like swimming feels almost like flight, across a distance that feels impossibly far. it's so slow. it feels so far. it's a dream, after all, but— Madoka reaches the form of a girl, curled in on herself as if in fitful sleep as she falls. she seems unresponsive, unaware, but her eyes crack open as Madoka approaches, staring over without comprehension. ]
Ka... Kaname-san? [ she murmurs haltingly, confusedly, as if lost. the girl looks up toward Madoka, as if seeing through her at first. the pendulum swings and the clockwork in the space around them counts out several long heartbeats (and the sound of their ticking, impossibly, almost resembles such) as she stares almost hopefully up at the other girl— but then suddenly grind loudly to a halt, briefly, before resuming their eternal count as the girl's eyes widen in something almost like terror.
an image of the past, or the real, dreaming Homura without lucidity? either way, she shakes her head, braids unraveling further, with a muffled, pained noise from deep within her throat and tries to push Madoka away. ]
No, no, you shouldn't be here! You're not supposed to be here!
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Ka... Kaname-san? [ she murmurs haltingly, confusedly, as if lost. the girl looks up toward Madoka, as if seeing through her at first. the pendulum swings and the clockwork in the space around them counts out several long heartbeats (and the sound of their ticking, impossibly, almost resembles such) as she stares almost hopefully up at the other girl— but then suddenly grind loudly to a halt, briefly, before resuming their eternal count as the girl's eyes widen in something almost like terror.
an image of the past, or the real, dreaming Homura without lucidity? either way, she shakes her head, braids unraveling further, with a muffled, pained noise from deep within her throat and tries to push Madoka away. ]
No, no, you shouldn't be here! You're not supposed to be here!