[ Having her weight against him like this is soothing. Again, it makes him think of them both curled up on bolts of linen, the rest of the city's sounds muted, as if the rest of the world dropped away. He wants to get back to that, dearly, without the stress of Van Eck hanging over all their heads.
In a way it feels strange, to want something so mundane. Everything he's worked for has always been for a specific purpose. Honed and sharpened over time. He can't remember the last time he wanted to do something just because he found some sort of comfort in it. There's much to do and he knows he should move. But he wants to spend a few more precious seconds like this, with only the two of them and their relative guards down.
Just like anything, the moment does pass as she sits up, silently acknowledging he has to be at the Slat soon. If he's going to pull this off, he has a small window to do it in. She does take the time to straighten his shirt and comb her fingers through his hair. The latter has him swaying ever since slightly into the touch, that same pleasant warmth tingling under his skin.
Finally, he takes the gloves when they're handed to him. Though he doesn't put them on just yet, holding them loosely in one hand. ]
They wouldn't have any idea what's coming. [ Morbid as it is to joke about. Neither of them would see her before it was too late. The thought warms him a little further. Leaves him feeling bolder. Enough to lean in to kiss her cheek. ]
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Date: 2021-03-19 01:56 pm (UTC)In a way it feels strange, to want something so mundane. Everything he's worked for has always been for a specific purpose. Honed and sharpened over time. He can't remember the last time he wanted to do something just because he found some sort of comfort in it. There's much to do and he knows he should move. But he wants to spend a few more precious seconds like this, with only the two of them and their relative guards down.
Just like anything, the moment does pass as she sits up, silently acknowledging he has to be at the Slat soon. If he's going to pull this off, he has a small window to do it in. She does take the time to straighten his shirt and comb her fingers through his hair. The latter has him swaying ever since slightly into the touch, that same pleasant warmth tingling under his skin.
Finally, he takes the gloves when they're handed to him. Though he doesn't put them on just yet, holding them loosely in one hand. ]
They wouldn't have any idea what's coming. [ Morbid as it is to joke about. Neither of them would see her before it was too late. The thought warms him a little further. Leaves him feeling bolder. Enough to lean in to kiss her cheek. ]
Try not to miss me too much while I'm out.