[The mask sails off, landing with a subdued 'thwap.' Somewhere in the back there's a deep, muffled, guttural scream of pain.]
[At her side, hidden from the audience's view by her hip, her fingers tightly grip the tattered dress. She's supposed to be subtly yanking out the tufts of fur for her curse-breaking transformation, but she forgot. It's hard to think of much when she feels his warm, calloused hand on her cheek, and feels his breath ghosting over her face.]
[Then there's the warmest, sweetest contact. Thundering against her ribs, her heart can't seem to take it, but she made up her mind a long time ago to let this moment convey to him how she really feels. Her lips part just slightly, conforming to the shape of his own, and she kisses him. It's soft. Gentle. The scent of his hair cements the memory firmly in her mind, and suddenly she's glad that she decided to let this be her first kiss. It's not at all what she imagined, but it's everything she wanted.]
[Behind her closed eyes, she's dimly aware that it's getting brighter. She assumes the little flashes of light are just people taking pictures. Bulla said this might get reviewed for the next newspaper.]
[The floating motes of light aren't coming from cameras, though. They appear a few at a time, like tiny gold fireflies, as the two are illuminated with the magic of curse fragments shattering apart. A pleasant wind sweeps across the stage, ruffling their clothing, sending the ball of wadded up red tissue paper skittering to a thump against the curtain.]
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[At her side, hidden from the audience's view by her hip, her fingers tightly grip the tattered dress. She's supposed to be subtly yanking out the tufts of fur for her curse-breaking transformation, but she forgot. It's hard to think of much when she feels his warm, calloused hand on her cheek, and feels his breath ghosting over her face.]
[Then there's the warmest, sweetest contact. Thundering against her ribs, her heart can't seem to take it, but she made up her mind a long time ago to let this moment convey to him how she really feels. Her lips part just slightly, conforming to the shape of his own, and she kisses him. It's soft. Gentle. The scent of his hair cements the memory firmly in her mind, and suddenly she's glad that she decided to let this be her first kiss. It's not at all what she imagined, but it's everything she wanted.]
[Behind her closed eyes, she's dimly aware that it's getting brighter. She assumes the little flashes of light are just people taking pictures. Bulla said this might get reviewed for the next newspaper.]
[The floating motes of light aren't coming from cameras, though. They appear a few at a time, like tiny gold fireflies, as the two are illuminated with the magic of curse fragments shattering apart. A pleasant wind sweeps across the stage, ruffling their clothing, sending the ball of wadded up red tissue paper skittering to a thump against the curtain.]