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She might have flushed with mortification as Porphyria acknowledged the ungainly sound she'd made if she hadn't already been so flushed in the face. As it was her insides seemed to squirm in a thrill of embarrassment that caused her whole torso to twitch. She did want Porphyria to get up now, she did, her mind was overwhelmed and she needed a chance to process and collect her thoughts. But not all of her wanted that, some mad part of her wanted to keep running towards the danger, because this was danger.

Then all thoughts ceased the moment she felt Porphyria's lips on hers. The whole world, in fact, seemed to stop. For a few short seconds that felt like minutes, the only thing that seemed to matter was the feel of Porphyria's mouth - not at all like that of Gaius - and her cognizance of their closeness in microscopic detail. The peace and tranquility of the moment was rudely shattered by a sudden gut-twisting realization that she had started to kiss her (back?). She immediately froze. Somehow she was feeling lightheaded again despite being thoroughly horizontal.

Nova had to believe the kiss for Porphyria was purely platonic, it was all for the romance of the moment, not romance towards her - how could it be otherwise? Her fingernails scraped through dirt as she balled her hands into fists, hoping dseperately that Porphyria had either not felt her kiss back or had thought nothing of it. Nova's eyes were welling up without her realizing. She would have to carry the burden of her untoward feelings alone or risk losing her friend, if it wasn't already too late.

The notion of drowning in a bog no longer seemed a romantic fantasy but an urgent necessity.

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