[ They say first impressions are important, right? Really set the stage for the future, far as relationships are supposed to go.
If it's true -- Jesus, Ellie doesn't want to know what the hell they're meant to take away from this. Once everything is said and done, maybe she and Howl can pretend like they totally met some other, not-quite-mortifyingly-naked-and-crystallized way. That would be real cool.
It isn't like she has the strength nor presence of mind to be worried about it much right now; the sensation of being trapped, of being cocooned in foreign substances and feeling raw in a way she doesn't understand takes center stage. She's been trying to get free for a while to middling success -- there's a hefty chunk of crystal clawed at and close to providing an opening where her hands rest at chest level, but her last blind go at it resulted in wearing herself out and a brief stint of something approaching unconsciousness. Hearing someone's voice on the other side of her makeshift cage has Ellie's eyes opening, slowly; her eyelids are so fucking heavy. Everything is heavy.
But seeing the figure of a person, of someone -- someone she can't identify as friend or foe -- seems to light a renewed fire in her. Her body stretches in its confines with a sharp jolt, and her slender fingers are clawing at the almost-hole with a vengeance. Maybe if he goes at it from the other side...? ]
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If it's true -- Jesus, Ellie doesn't want to know what the hell they're meant to take away from this. Once everything is said and done, maybe she and Howl can pretend like they totally met some other, not-quite-mortifyingly-naked-and-crystallized way. That would be real cool.
It isn't like she has the strength nor presence of mind to be worried about it much right now; the sensation of being trapped, of being cocooned in foreign substances and feeling raw in a way she doesn't understand takes center stage. She's been trying to get free for a while to middling success -- there's a hefty chunk of crystal clawed at and close to providing an opening where her hands rest at chest level, but her last blind go at it resulted in wearing herself out and a brief stint of something approaching unconsciousness. Hearing someone's voice on the other side of her makeshift cage has Ellie's eyes opening, slowly; her eyelids are so fucking heavy. Everything is heavy.
But seeing the figure of a person, of someone -- someone she can't identify as friend or foe -- seems to light a renewed fire in her. Her body stretches in its confines with a sharp jolt, and her slender fingers are clawing at the almost-hole with a vengeance. Maybe if he goes at it from the other side...? ]