[ She can call it a gift but really, it's just practical. For them both.
Still, his gaze flicks up as she takes the knife out of the box, her grip sure but almost reverent. There's a tip of her hand as she tests the balance of it. The handle fits well, small enough for her to grip but big enough it won't cramp her hand or slip.
Maybe the bone handle is a little morbid, but it felt fitting, somehow.
When she looks up, he catches her gaze, feeling a wash of warmth when she smiles. It isn't one of her small ones, the rare times he's seen one ghosting on her mouth. This one is wider, genuine, and it lights up her whole face. ]
Can't have you using a toothpick for a knife.
[ Not like the pocket knife she'd been using occasionally. ]
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Date: 2021-01-08 05:18 pm (UTC)Still, his gaze flicks up as she takes the knife out of the box, her grip sure but almost reverent. There's a tip of her hand as she tests the balance of it. The handle fits well, small enough for her to grip but big enough it won't cramp her hand or slip.
Maybe the bone handle is a little morbid, but it felt fitting, somehow.
When she looks up, he catches her gaze, feeling a wash of warmth when she smiles. It isn't one of her small ones, the rare times he's seen one ghosting on her mouth. This one is wider, genuine, and it lights up her whole face. ]
Can't have you using a toothpick for a knife.
[ Not like the pocket knife she'd been using occasionally. ]