06-23-2021, 02:21 PM
At his comment about how he has three things to sulk about, her eyes shift closer to pink as an embarrassed wariness prods at her temper - her pale ears flicking backwards for a moment. If her presence was so awful, why hadn’t he told her to leave?
And why, in the next moment, does he angle himself and move his head a little closer?
The colour of her eyes cools again in her confusion as she frowns at him while she attempts to figure out what every action means and why she cares so much. How can she possibly be so distressed at the idea that he could find her presence a burden? That he hadn’t enjoyed their banter or her visit to Loess as much as she had. But if that were true, then why would he have tried to keep her conscious during the darkness?
Her frustration over the lack of clarity surrounding his thoughts towards her is growing and it might have been enough for her to reach out to him, to shut out the worries and find an answer for herself, but his remark about sulking is too fresh in her mind. Perhaps it had just been a jest but her uncertainty is enough that she remains where she is, only keeping her head turned towards him. Unwilling to make him uncomfortable by assuming, and unwilling to risk more obvious rejection if she highlights her inconvenient feelings.
A small smile tugs at her mouth at his question, and it most distracts her from her confusing thoughts. “You call that a challenge?” She remarks, having to shift her eyes away from his so she can focus. So she looks at the slope of his neck, and the growing glow that she can see there illuminating the silver strands. It is only slightly easier to focus, because there is an annoying part of her that wants to reach out and touch his neck, but she’s able to dim his glow completely and then fuels her own with what she takes from him and the light of the rising moon.
She lets it shimmer there on her coat for a moment before speaking again. “I prefer it the other way around though.” And the light leaves her body and encases him, turning him as bright and luminescent as his leg had been - and illuminating the smile that’s now more obvious in her violet eyes.
@Tarian
And why, in the next moment, does he angle himself and move his head a little closer?
The colour of her eyes cools again in her confusion as she frowns at him while she attempts to figure out what every action means and why she cares so much. How can she possibly be so distressed at the idea that he could find her presence a burden? That he hadn’t enjoyed their banter or her visit to Loess as much as she had. But if that were true, then why would he have tried to keep her conscious during the darkness?
Her frustration over the lack of clarity surrounding his thoughts towards her is growing and it might have been enough for her to reach out to him, to shut out the worries and find an answer for herself, but his remark about sulking is too fresh in her mind. Perhaps it had just been a jest but her uncertainty is enough that she remains where she is, only keeping her head turned towards him. Unwilling to make him uncomfortable by assuming, and unwilling to risk more obvious rejection if she highlights her inconvenient feelings.
A small smile tugs at her mouth at his question, and it most distracts her from her confusing thoughts. “You call that a challenge?” She remarks, having to shift her eyes away from his so she can focus. So she looks at the slope of his neck, and the growing glow that she can see there illuminating the silver strands. It is only slightly easier to focus, because there is an annoying part of her that wants to reach out and touch his neck, but she’s able to dim his glow completely and then fuels her own with what she takes from him and the light of the rising moon.
She lets it shimmer there on her coat for a moment before speaking again. “I prefer it the other way around though.” And the light leaves her body and encases him, turning him as bright and luminescent as his leg had been - and illuminating the smile that’s now more obvious in her violet eyes.
@Tarian
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