[His roaming hand disturbs the small charms at her wrist and forearm - a golden triangular shape ringing gently against some brassy cephalopod and a silver circle bisected by a black line. She can feel the low scrape of her own fingernails and the prickle of his skin against the back of her teeth. He is undeniably... appealing like this, aware of and leaning into his gentleness.
What was that thing she'd said days ago? Pretend something long enough and eventually it becomes true. She's glad to discover she'd been wrong. It would be a shame if he'd convinced himself of his own seriousness, of being untouchable.
Cathaway leans down to him, the pin straight sheet of her grey hair curtained across her shoulder as she sets her forehead to his. In her mind is the sensation of some great hungry beast, persistent and present and peering from the void beyond the void. But the ravenous dread specter (of fear) peels backward or opens like an envelope and what's left isn't frightened or sad or serious. She touches his face. Pinches his cheek.]
We wouldn't want to waste all your hard work.
[She straightens and, smiling, takes the delicate ceramic cup from the table.]
But once we've had everything here, then maybe we'll see what else you can do.
[It doesn't require him to dig into the shape of her mind to be aware of what's she thinking as she takes a sip from the cup.]
take a sip
What was that thing she'd said days ago? Pretend something long enough and eventually it becomes true. She's glad to discover she'd been wrong. It would be a shame if he'd convinced himself of his own seriousness, of being untouchable.
Cathaway leans down to him, the pin straight sheet of her grey hair curtained across her shoulder as she sets her forehead to his. In her mind is the sensation of some great hungry beast, persistent and present and peering from the void beyond the void. But the ravenous dread specter (of fear) peels backward or opens like an envelope and what's left isn't frightened or sad or serious. She touches his face. Pinches his cheek.]
We wouldn't want to waste all your hard work.
[She straightens and, smiling, takes the delicate ceramic cup from the table.]
But once we've had everything here, then maybe we'll see what else you can do.
[It doesn't require him to dig into the shape of her mind to be aware of what's she thinking as she takes a sip from the cup.]