[She hears him coming before she sees him, catches his scent before he comes into view to let her put his face to it: cotton and leather and something deeper, a musky, smoky mixture of skin and pheremones that fills her with the essence of him.
His chemosignals...that undefinable chemical scent that brings emotion she can't connect to...those are a lot more confusing, a lot less blatant.
Still, as he walks away she smiles softly, taking a few steps to follow after him.]
I'm okay, you know! The way I am...I can be who I am now. I'm not afraid anymore.
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His chemosignals...that undefinable chemical scent that brings emotion she can't connect to...those are a lot more confusing, a lot less blatant.
Still, as he walks away she smiles softly, taking a few steps to follow after him.]
I'm okay, you know! The way I am...I can be who I am now. I'm not afraid anymore.