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bountyhead) wrote2019-03-17 07:32 pm
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bountyhead) wrote2019-03-17 07:32 pm
this thread is killing me in the best way :')
The effortless tenderness he gives her only adds to it. She'll be as red as her jacket by the time the movie ends if he keeps on with the flattery like that. Against her best efforts, she can't seem to pin her smile down and so she slinks into herself abashed. He's really good at dulling her sharp edges — drawing out an innocence that, unbeknownst to her, still remains after everything. And, strangely, she lets him do it.
Her gaze retracts to settle on his face as the mood suddenly dips and things become a little more intimate.
I'll help you get there. You can hold me to that.
She wants nothing more than to believe that. Only time will tell if he really means it after she's retreated for the umpteenth time; runs off and refuses to let anyone know that she's alive until she shows up without warning. But those aren't waters she wants to test with him. Right now, sitting beside him, the current object of his warm affection — it was good. Whatever this was. What this had the potential to be, or not. It doesn't have to be anything. It was already good. ]
I'll hold you to it then.
[ Her gaze falls on their hands, absorbing the moment until she slips hers out and places it over his, squeezing it gingerly. ]
I meant it too. Hugging me when you're scared.
[ And surely he knew that but there's a depth to that which expands across many points of expression. Hopefully, somehow, he understands that without her having to say it. There's a pause and then, without any rhyme or reason, she reaches up and brushes a few of his silvery strands from his face. There's something almost loving about the way she does it. ]
I'm here for you. Whenever you need me. You can hold me to that.