♛ here is my muselist. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.
[ He grins as he says it, giving her a small squeeze with the arm he has draped over her middle. Maybe he shouldn't push her to annoyance so much but sometimes the banter is too easy.
Plus she really is cute when she gives him that slightly annoyed look. ]
I have no idea what that looks like. [ Honestly, he can't guess. Usually he isn't aware of what his face is doing in that moment, engrossed in what he's doing instead. Is it a curious expression? Open? ] But I'm glad you find it to your liking.
[ it’s a different look, than when he’s trying to solve a problem or thinking about something frustrating. it’s soothing. like when he’s reading a book for fun, rather than something he has to read because it’s required for his work. ]
You sometimes hold your tongue between your teeth right here.
[ and she draws a finger along his cheek. ]
And you knit your brows if you are reading something very interesting. Or if you are learning something new.
[ Kaz is aware that she pays attention. That's just who she is—someone with a sharp eye, who takes in everything. It's why she's done so well as the Wraith, remembering little details or looking for things other people wouldn't normally.
It's strangely satisfying to have that same attention directed towards him; her description of his expression clearly says she'd been watching. He almost feels embarrassed, but it's a good type of embarrassment. A faint blush works its way across his face, one he's not sure she'll see. Thankfully. ]
You do something similar, when you're looking at your maps. [ Sometimes she chews at her bottom lip. It's very endearing. ]
I've always liked when you sat on my windowsill, taking in the sun. You look— [ Hm, how does he put this? ] —radiant. Like one of those saints of yours.
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[ accusingly, though she does feel a little warm at every look is a good look. his adoration never really gets old.
though, as she traces the curve of his cheek with a finger . . . ]
My favorite expression of yours is when you think no one is looking at you, and you are doing something you enjoy.
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[ He grins as he says it, giving her a small squeeze with the arm he has draped over her middle. Maybe he shouldn't push her to annoyance so much but sometimes the banter is too easy.
Plus she really is cute when she gives him that slightly annoyed look. ]
I have no idea what that looks like. [ Honestly, he can't guess. Usually he isn't aware of what his face is doing in that moment, engrossed in what he's doing instead. Is it a curious expression? Open? ] But I'm glad you find it to your liking.
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[ it’s a different look, than when he’s trying to solve a problem or thinking about something frustrating. it’s soothing. like when he’s reading a book for fun, rather than something he has to read because it’s required for his work. ]
You sometimes hold your tongue between your teeth right here.
[ and she draws a finger along his cheek. ]
And you knit your brows if you are reading something very interesting. Or if you are learning something new.
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It's strangely satisfying to have that same attention directed towards him; her description of his expression clearly says she'd been watching. He almost feels embarrassed, but it's a good type of embarrassment. A faint blush works its way across his face, one he's not sure she'll see. Thankfully. ]
You do something similar, when you're looking at your maps. [ Sometimes she chews at her bottom lip. It's very endearing. ]
I've always liked when you sat on my windowsill, taking in the sun. You look— [ Hm, how does he put this? ] —radiant. Like one of those saints of yours.