[ is it possible to die from words alone? olivia can't be too sure, but she has a feeling her body may be trying for it in that very moment. ]
M-Me?
[ goodness, olivia's voice had never been that particularly deep to begin with but she's fairly certain she hasn't reached an octave that high since she was a little girl! ]
Oh — gosh, no, I — I mean I'm —
[ it's a surreal sort of experience, somewhat out of body. in her mind, she is a fluttery mess, but her body moves with an unspoken, innate grace. clumsy like a ham rolling off a stage, she'd always say, or something to that effect, yet she never once loses her footing as they climb, or fall out of step with him. it's almost like her body is moving on its own, instinctively following the gentle rhythm he's set out for them.
she attempts to steady her words with a deep breath. ]
I'm fine, sir. I promise. I've got this nice coat, see? [ it isn't all that much, but it's got sleeves and a hood and reaches down to her toes. ]
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M-Me?
[ goodness, olivia's voice had never been that particularly deep to begin with but she's fairly certain she hasn't reached an octave that high since she was a little girl! ]
Oh — gosh, no, I — I mean I'm —
[ it's a surreal sort of experience, somewhat out of body. in her mind, she is a fluttery mess, but her body moves with an unspoken, innate grace. clumsy like a ham rolling off a stage, she'd always say, or something to that effect, yet she never once loses her footing as they climb, or fall out of step with him. it's almost like her body is moving on its own, instinctively following the gentle rhythm he's set out for them.
she attempts to steady her words with a deep breath. ]
I'm fine, sir. I promise. I've got this nice coat, see? [ it isn't all that much, but it's got sleeves and a hood and reaches down to her toes. ]