[ she charts the drop of his gaze. fear briefly seizes her, numbing her shoulders, as she wonders if he's looking at the amplifiers, noting the difference, but no. dread turns to warm fondness as she realizes that his attention is focused on her mouth. her own gaze drops then, too, shyly smothering a coy smile. ]
Sounds serious.
[ her other hand comes up to rest on his chest under the guise of adjusting his shirt, the desire to remove it hidden in her mock stoicism.
the gesture summons the memory of a dozen times, a hundred times, that she had done the same thing in a dream life. picking fuzz and loose threads off of delicately embroidered formalwear for public events that they attended and left together. ]
no subject
Sounds serious.
[ her other hand comes up to rest on his chest under the guise of adjusting his shirt, the desire to remove it hidden in her mock stoicism.
the gesture summons the memory of a dozen times, a hundred times, that she had done the same thing in a dream life. picking fuzz and loose threads off of delicately embroidered formalwear for public events that they attended and left together. ]
You must have an important request to make.