[Perhaps, but perhaps she should simply view it as a quirk. The nest appreciated those, those things that broadened it in some way or another, even the silly things. He is too- pleased, almost smug with the warm glow of something like a victory- some sort of satisfaction. Abuzz enough to show on his face, or more particularly, in the curve of his lips when he presses them again, higher, on the bend of her wrist, over her pulse, the steady balance of flow within her that still pulsed- anchoring her.]
Then it is settled.
[He is not so foolish to imagine this was the beginning for him of a path of nothing but satisfaction and contentment. He is certain that is not the case. He thinks that if there was a a life where they did not come to disagreements like others came to water, he would not recognize it.]
Should I return to my tea?
[He still has his fingers set very steady at hers, and there are times, rare and unexpected, that he could be charming. Or infuriating. But there was some currency in the darkness of his eyes, the tightened corners and the length of his lashes that he is not unaware of.]
no subject
Then it is settled.
[He is not so foolish to imagine this was the beginning for him of a path of nothing but satisfaction and contentment. He is certain that is not the case. He thinks that if there was a a life where they did not come to disagreements like others came to water, he would not recognize it.]
Should I return to my tea?
[He still has his fingers set very steady at hers, and there are times, rare and unexpected, that he could be charming. Or infuriating. But there was some currency in the darkness of his eyes, the tightened corners and the length of his lashes that he is not unaware of.]