09-24-2016, 09:32 PM
Oh, she knew her words weren’t going to be well-received. Truth and dare wrapped up together in a sentence or two rarely go over smoothly. So Revol is hardly surprised when he stops dead and turns to glare at her. But the heat of his gaze is part temptation too, and she’s hardly the type to cower anyhow.
He angles himself just a little towards her, his eyes raking her body again, and she would happily melt into the fire in his eyes. Looks like a hell of a lot of fun, if he ever decides to stop holding himself back. She stares right back, letting that fire catch just a little bit, feeling it flow through her veins and start to turn her liquid, adding a languid note to her movement as she takes one swaying step closer to him, and then another.
Damn. Should’ve waited, should’ve held back, but that’s never exactly been a strong suit of hers. And maybe she’s a little too impulsive, but hell. It’s too easy to miss out on the great things if you think too hard about how things could go wrong. He speaks again, and she tilts her head, wondering about the past that led him to this point. Wondering if there are words that can drag him back to life, or if pushing again will just drive him off into the woods.
But only wondering for a moment. It’s not in her nature to spend too much time fighting her instincts, or holding back when words feel like they want to spill out. “Honey?” she says, and her voice is quiet this time, gentle in a way it hasn’t quite been ‘til now. “What if walking away is the moment where it goes wrong this time? You can’t know ‘til later, and if you’re going to regret something isn’t it better to regret what you had the guts to try instead of looking back and wondering?”
He angles himself just a little towards her, his eyes raking her body again, and she would happily melt into the fire in his eyes. Looks like a hell of a lot of fun, if he ever decides to stop holding himself back. She stares right back, letting that fire catch just a little bit, feeling it flow through her veins and start to turn her liquid, adding a languid note to her movement as she takes one swaying step closer to him, and then another.
Damn. Should’ve waited, should’ve held back, but that’s never exactly been a strong suit of hers. And maybe she’s a little too impulsive, but hell. It’s too easy to miss out on the great things if you think too hard about how things could go wrong. He speaks again, and she tilts her head, wondering about the past that led him to this point. Wondering if there are words that can drag him back to life, or if pushing again will just drive him off into the woods.
But only wondering for a moment. It’s not in her nature to spend too much time fighting her instincts, or holding back when words feel like they want to spill out. “Honey?” she says, and her voice is quiet this time, gentle in a way it hasn’t quite been ‘til now. “What if walking away is the moment where it goes wrong this time? You can’t know ‘til later, and if you’re going to regret something isn’t it better to regret what you had the guts to try instead of looking back and wondering?”