It became apparent that whoever this woman was, she wasn't going to let go of him, and another couple of attempts of removing her later, Thaumas gave up. "Alright, alright," he sighed. "But when you've got this, whatever this is, out of your system, you owe me a sandwich and a coffee, Miss."
The view of his ruined lunch was slightly obscured by strands of blonde hair, and as he stood there, arms hanging limply by his side, his back bent in a somewhat awkward angle, a sense of faded familiarity washed over him. It started as a small prickling sensation at the back of his neck and spread out from there.
One of his hands settled on Iris' shoulder, tugging on it lightly, as he tilted his head to take a look at her face. All he could see were the gentle curve of her cheek and her ear, neither of which would be very informative under normal circumstances, but there was nothing normal about the situation he found himself in.
A small frown marred his forehead when his other hand rose of its own volition and settled lightly between her shoulder blades. Memories of how the air smelt after a spring shower surfaced even though it hadn't rained in days and he felt the urge to look up at the sky, believing that when he did, he would see... Realisation dawned; slowly, very slowly but eventually it settled and clung to him not unlike the woman in his arms.
Exhaling softly, he leant his head against hers, and then he felt it too. It couldn't be or could it?