[It's strange, to think of how different she is with Cassian than with all others. A sudden constriction of muscle, the equally sudden propulsion forward towards him, it would be instant reflex and reaction to the blunt side of her palm to a throat, heel of her hand up towards the nose, elbow to the gut or groin or neck or anywhere. But with him, she melts like molten metal towards and against him, without a hint of reservation or reluctance or hesitation.
Her hands are gently on either side of his neck, thumbs lined and pressed up against the trunk of it, reaching just below his jaw. Her other fingers grip into his shoulders lightly as she pulls away to look at him, all of the love she can manage to feel and carry in her eyes.
There's so much she could say. So much she wants to say. But can't seem to wrestle her tongue into submission long enough to verbalize any of it.
idk why i thought i responded but realized i read it and didn't reply while i was at the doctor's ha
Her hands are gently on either side of his neck, thumbs lined and pressed up against the trunk of it, reaching just below his jaw. Her other fingers grip into his shoulders lightly as she pulls away to look at him, all of the love she can manage to feel and carry in her eyes.
There's so much she could say. So much she wants to say. But can't seem to wrestle her tongue into submission long enough to verbalize any of it.
She hopes he knows anyway.]
So, where to next? The woods?