The moments following contact are the longest of your life. The situation hits you like a train; you're the size of a bug, leaning over the edge of a teen's flat, willingly touching her despite knowing that she's a deity who could end your life with no resistance. What exactly are you hoping for here? If she moves, you're gonna be flung off, and if she sees you its only gonna be as the speck you are, nothing but a bug to be squashed.
But, the seconds pass. You start to sweat, the heat radiating off her skin getting to you. Everything was still.
Then, with speed that shouldn't have been possible, she moved, her foot rocketing backwards. You're thrown back, your screaming form slamming into the fabric of the bow, clutching to it with all your worth as the goddess moves. You screw your eyes shut, screaming as terrible g-forces threaten to rip you apart. Then, stillness once again. Her toes beneath you flex, the floral ground shift with her smallest motions.
Mustering all your courage, you open your eyes. You skim past the football-field length of bare flesh that made up the teen girl's foot, peered far above the expansive length of her legs, up and up, to where you saw her face, now peering down below the table, down towards you. Her eyes, the same shade of brown as her cascading hair, flitted about, scanning the area for whatever graced her skin.
You struggle back to your full height, ignoring the throbbing bruises she created just by shifting her foot. "Oi!" you shout, projecting your voice as best as you could. "Miss, I need your help! Down here, on your foot!" But despite your best efforts, your voice seemed to be falling on deaf ears. Her face is slowly shifting, interest in whatever touched her fading fast. You have to do something--
Acting on instinct more than anything, you throw yourself onto her bare skin once again, jumping with all you're worth. "Miss, please! I don't wanna die like thi-woah!" She shifts again, less so this time, and you fall prone. But, it seemed to work; above, whispered so softly that even you nearly missed it, you hear a quiet "What- what is that?"
You have just enough time to flip onto your back before her hand overtakes you, and without warning you're encased in her soft flesh, screaming as she lifts you...
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