[There. There it is again, her voice, unmistakable this time. He calls out;] Maria! Maria!! Where...? [he discards propriety and manners for now, pushing through the crowd with a fierce and stubborn single-mindedness] Rrrrrrgh, get out of my way!
[he makes his way through the throngs of humans and... there she is. Dressed in warm clothes, skin kissed by the cold air and the sparkling snow, as beautiful and fragile as the day he lost her. He stands stunned for a moment, blinking owlishly. But only a moment, then he's off, sprinting the rest of the distance between them. There's nothing that he wants to do more than just run into and cling to her, feel her warmth, bury his face in her clothes and take in her familiar smell. To feel her, solid and real, once again.
But he knows better. He has better control than that. He might hurt her if he acted so recklessly, and besides... people were watching. He can't let his emotions consume him so easily. So instead, he comes to a slow stop in front of her and gently takes her hands in his.]
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[he makes his way through the throngs of humans and... there she is. Dressed in warm clothes, skin kissed by the cold air and the sparkling snow, as beautiful and fragile as the day he lost her. He stands stunned for a moment, blinking owlishly. But only a moment, then he's off, sprinting the rest of the distance between them. There's nothing that he wants to do more than just run into and cling to her, feel her warmth, bury his face in her clothes and take in her familiar smell. To feel her, solid and real, once again.
But he knows better. He has better control than that. He might hurt her if he acted so recklessly, and besides... people were watching. He can't let his emotions consume him so easily. So instead, he comes to a slow stop in front of her and gently takes her hands in his.]
You... you're here. You're real...?