[ She says it with such a casual tone but he knows it for the threat she'd make a reality. It never fails to make his heart speed up, warmed by a faint sense of pride and maybe something else. Maybe he's got a few wires crossed. ]
I'm going to take everything from him. [ Not just a painting. But the payment they're owed, his lands, his respect from the council, his life. Not in the same sense Inej is insinuating, though he isn't opposed. He just wants him humiliated first, shown for exactly what he is.
All those thoughts tumble to a halt as she starts putting the bandage on, that first touch sending a small tremble through him. She isn't in contact with any of his skin but he can feel the brief points of warmth from her fingertips as she goes. It's almost too much. It's not enough.
She leans in to loop the cloth around his back and he inhales shakily. As always, caught between wanting to close the gap or staying still. ]
I couldn't stop thinking about how you snuck up on me for a few weeks.
[ Truthfully, the memory is as clear now as it was then. But he'd puzzled over it during those weeks, trying to figure out how, whether he'd been distracted or she had actually been that silent.
Nor could he forget the way his pulse had spiked from the brief fear. The shot of adrenaline from being taken by surprise. ]
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Date: 2021-04-29 10:06 pm (UTC)I'm going to take everything from him. [ Not just a painting. But the payment they're owed, his lands, his respect from the council, his life. Not in the same sense Inej is insinuating, though he isn't opposed. He just wants him humiliated first, shown for exactly what he is.
All those thoughts tumble to a halt as she starts putting the bandage on, that first touch sending a small tremble through him. She isn't in contact with any of his skin but he can feel the brief points of warmth from her fingertips as she goes. It's almost too much. It's not enough.
She leans in to loop the cloth around his back and he inhales shakily. As always, caught between wanting to close the gap or staying still. ]
I couldn't stop thinking about how you snuck up on me for a few weeks.
[ Truthfully, the memory is as clear now as it was then. But he'd puzzled over it during those weeks, trying to figure out how, whether he'd been distracted or she had actually been that silent.
Nor could he forget the way his pulse had spiked from the brief fear. The shot of adrenaline from being taken by surprise. ]