Trunks was certainly relaxed, adjusting his head slightly where it rested near hers where it rested on his shoulder. Absently noticing how smooth...what WERE they called? He'd have to ask later--because the blue and white whatever-they-were really were pretty. Comforting, kind of, how their heads curved together as they soared.
His brain was focusing on lots of things at once, not staying on any one task but the one he'd set right then. Not much longer before they were descending again on the stone patio the Teleportation pad was on. He could probably let her down now, but honestly? Trunks just kept walking.
She was comfortable, or so he thought. He felt comfortable with her, warm where she was held and rested against him and soft but he knew her fire and there was no one he'd rather have at his back right then. Metaphorically, or literally.
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Date: 2017-02-26 09:19 am (UTC)His brain was focusing on lots of things at once, not staying on any one task but the one he'd set right then. Not much longer before they were descending again on the stone patio the Teleportation pad was on. He could probably let her down now, but honestly? Trunks just kept walking.
She was comfortable, or so he thought. He felt comfortable with her, warm where she was held and rested against him and soft but he knew her fire and there was no one he'd rather have at his back right then. Metaphorically, or literally.