[ she so, so rarely turns her eyes from him, closes her gaze in the face of it, not just because it's beautiful (it is) but because, like prey, she tends to freeze at first instinct. so, natural as a deer poised to leap away, she remains tense and still when their vibrant crimson turns her way.
normally, that's how it is. his hands against her, secure and safe and warm, don't ease her heart; they do the opposite, light headed even as her arms come to rest on his shoulders in kind, as he leans, her world becoming those points of light until unlike normal her eyes slide shut and she braces herself.
tense, uncertain in that unfamiliar (is it?) way, but it's
not scary, of course, not uncomfortable, of course, she's strung tight in anticipation until the moment it happens, hesitant until she's not and she returns it, straightening up as her heart unfurls just a bit, more tattered than she'd ever like to let on.
vergilius is different. his gaze is always on her, just like another's, and every time she thinks about it she feels that much closer to the edge of the fundamental unknown. maybe it won't be so bad climbing down together. ]
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normally, that's how it is. his hands against her, secure and safe and warm, don't ease her heart; they do the opposite, light headed even as her arms come to rest on his shoulders in kind, as he leans, her world becoming those points of light until unlike normal her eyes slide shut and she braces herself.
tense, uncertain in that unfamiliar (is it?) way, but it's
not scary, of course, not uncomfortable, of course, she's strung tight in anticipation until the moment it happens, hesitant until she's not and she returns it, straightening up as her heart unfurls just a bit, more tattered than she'd ever like to let on.
vergilius is different. his gaze is always on her, just like another's, and every time she thinks about it she feels that much closer to the edge of the fundamental unknown. maybe it won't be so bad climbing down together. ]