[ there's something of a tension, and lucanis is about to apologize for saying anything at all when neve takes his hand. his eyes flicker down to watch her fingers curl over his. definitely not as rough of his own, hewn by knives and arduous training since he was a young boy. but deadly in their own right, for however delicate they seemed to be.
he can't help but frown, though, at her response. not because it isn't wanted -- no, the news that neve shares his amorphous feelings of caring causes his heart to skip several beats, but the notion that being listened to, seen, or cared for was something of a unique experience for neve.
he lets neve hold his hand, allowing her to set the pace. a million things run through his head to say, all of them embarrassing or incredibly stupid.
instead, he says: ]
Despite everything? [ he doesn't need an explanation, really. they were both suspicious of one another, in the beginning. but lucanis has never been one to unnecessarily assume or carry a grudge, especially with someone who had risked their life to protect his, sight unseen. he squeezes her fingers a little, turning slightly to catch her gaze, eyes imploring. ] Neve, anyone who does not see you must be blind.
[ she is smart, cunning, beautiful, and dangerous - how anyone could avoid getting to know her for... whatever reason is beyond his comprehension. he had been struck the moment he saw her. and, honestly, how she hadn't immediately attempted to kill him once correctly spotting the demon lurking by lucanis' shoulder. even now, neve sees spite and doesn't skip a beat, accepting its presence without judgment or pause. ]
Besides -- [ and he reaches up with his spare hand to brush a loose piece of hair out of her eyes, tone wry. ] You are not the one with a demon grafted to your soul.
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Date: 2025-02-09 01:52 am (UTC)he can't help but frown, though, at her response. not because it isn't wanted -- no, the news that neve shares his amorphous feelings of caring causes his heart to skip several beats, but the notion that being listened to, seen, or cared for was something of a unique experience for neve.
he lets neve hold his hand, allowing her to set the pace. a million things run through his head to say, all of them embarrassing or incredibly stupid.
instead, he says: ]
Despite everything? [ he doesn't need an explanation, really. they were both suspicious of one another, in the beginning. but lucanis has never been one to unnecessarily assume or carry a grudge, especially with someone who had risked their life to protect his, sight unseen. he squeezes her fingers a little, turning slightly to catch her gaze, eyes imploring. ] Neve, anyone who does not see you must be blind.
[ she is smart, cunning, beautiful, and dangerous - how anyone could avoid getting to know her for... whatever reason is beyond his comprehension. he had been struck the moment he saw her. and, honestly, how she hadn't immediately attempted to kill him once correctly spotting the demon lurking by lucanis' shoulder. even now, neve sees spite and doesn't skip a beat, accepting its presence without judgment or pause. ]
Besides -- [ and he reaches up with his spare hand to brush a loose piece of hair out of her eyes, tone wry. ] You are not the one with a demon grafted to your soul.
[ she, clearly, is the catch in this situation. ]