[ He catches the way her eyes drop to his bare hands and tries not to flex them out of a sense of self consciousness. She's seen his gloves stripped off before but this time is different. Charged from both of their pasts filling the empty space. Physical touch with Inej is both enticing and repulsive. A potent cocktail of years of want and years of remembering the bodies in the harbor.
Yet every piece of contact gives a sense of relief. Reassurance that she's here and alive.
There's a few beats of silence and while her expression doesn't change overly much, he can see the pinch of anxiousness around her eyes. Those ghosts of men invading her space without permission, rearing up in her memory.
Some of the tension breaks when she allows for it. Only some, because he feels like this is more risky than a fight in the Barrel. ]
I'll take care of them. [ I'll take care of you.
He pulls himself away from where he's leaned against the counter to step between her knees. His nerves feel like they're jangling as much as church bells, resonant and drowning out everything else. It had narrowed down to the two of them, closer than he thinks they've ever been. And it still felt like a daunting gulf—he didn't know where to start. Didn't know exactly where to look because like this, they were eye to eye, her gaze steady and warm as it always was. He felt transfixed, nervous that if he looked away, the moment would shatter. ]
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Date: 2021-02-16 10:41 pm (UTC)Yet every piece of contact gives a sense of relief. Reassurance that she's here and alive.
There's a few beats of silence and while her expression doesn't change overly much, he can see the pinch of anxiousness around her eyes. Those ghosts of men invading her space without permission, rearing up in her memory.
Some of the tension breaks when she allows for it. Only some, because he feels like this is more risky than a fight in the Barrel. ]
I'll take care of them. [ I'll take care of you.
He pulls himself away from where he's leaned against the counter to step between her knees. His nerves feel like they're jangling as much as church bells, resonant and drowning out everything else. It had narrowed down to the two of them, closer than he thinks they've ever been. And it still felt like a daunting gulf—he didn't know where to start. Didn't know exactly where to look because like this, they were eye to eye, her gaze steady and warm as it always was. He felt transfixed, nervous that if he looked away, the moment would shatter. ]