[Predictably, she flusters slightly when his lips press to her knuckles, when he fixes her with that look that is so warm and yet still slightly teasing, as if he will test every little boundary she has and gently scuff his toe over the line. She thought he would have learned better by now... or perhaps she has not been strict enough with him. She let herself cave in to the affection, craving it in a place she is loathe to acknowledge, reminded of how that man had once looked at her when days were brighter- the one she would only see again to die together.
He asks... and she turns her red cheeks away from him, then pulls her hand from his. She withdraws, is she truly about to flee after all this... ?
No.
She sidles a few feet to the left, coming to a stop next to a large stone at the edge of the stream where she waits somewhat expectantly, her blush growing stronger by the second. The rockseems to be roughly the perfect shape that, if he were to stand on it... he might reach or slightly overtake the foot-and-a-few-inches she has on him in height.]
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He asks... and she turns her red cheeks away from him, then pulls her hand from his. She withdraws, is she truly about to flee after all this... ?
No.
She sidles a few feet to the left, coming to a stop next to a large stone at the edge of the stream where she waits somewhat expectantly, her blush growing stronger by the second. The rockseems to be roughly the perfect shape that, if he were to stand on it... he might reach or slightly overtake the foot-and-a-few-inches she has on him in height.]