Darcy is much like a dog with a car in that she has no plans for what happens when she gets hold of it. She follows impulses and often it lands her in trouble. Reality hits her solid as Gideon's arms when she lands in them, and she becomes very. Very. Aware that she's in the embrace of someone very cute.
Someone who thinks Darcy's hot.
The noise Darcy makes is comparable to the last whimper of a soul leaving the body, and her deathly pallor flushes into the pinkest she's been in a long, long time.
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Darcy is much like a dog with a car in that she has no plans for what happens when she gets hold of it. She follows impulses and often it lands her in trouble. Reality hits her solid as Gideon's arms when she lands in them, and she becomes very. Very. Aware that she's in the embrace of someone very cute.
Someone who thinks Darcy's hot.
The noise Darcy makes is comparable to the last whimper of a soul leaving the body, and her deathly pallor flushes into the pinkest she's been in a long, long time.
"Fuck."