[He stills slightly, at the words, at the touch. He wants to grab her wrist and hold her hand, to hold her up against him, warm and close, and make up for the last week and a half of hell. But she's like a robin, investigating, inquisitive, scared. Brave and daring, yes, but still scared. And he wants to wash those fears away. Or take advantage of them and get what he wants. One of those.]
Is it? [He lets out a breath, still holding himself still so that she won't flee. So that she'll see he won't hurt her.]
Happiness is a good look on you, I'm only sorry I seem to have washed it away.
[He lightly brushes her cheek in return with a pair of fingers of his own, more solid and present than hers, but still lightly. Just trailing down the porcelain cheek to her chin.]
Aye, I'm more raw that I remember. But how is that a bad thing? I'm not so sure about cold though, eh? [Lights his fingers with blue flames and gently, slowly, leans forward to kiss her cheek.] See? Quite warm.
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[He stills slightly, at the words, at the touch. He wants to grab her wrist and hold her hand, to hold her up against him, warm and close, and make up for the last week and a half of hell. But she's like a robin, investigating, inquisitive, scared. Brave and daring, yes, but still scared. And he wants to wash those fears away. Or take advantage of them and get what he wants. One of those.]
Is it? [He lets out a breath, still holding himself still so that she won't flee. So that she'll see he won't hurt her.]
Happiness is a good look on you, I'm only sorry I seem to have washed it away.
[He lightly brushes her cheek in return with a pair of fingers of his own, more solid and present than hers, but still lightly. Just trailing down the porcelain cheek to her chin.]
Aye, I'm more raw that I remember. But how is that a bad thing? I'm not so sure about cold though, eh? [Lights his fingers with blue flames and gently, slowly, leans forward to kiss her cheek.] See? Quite warm.