[It is pleasant, how agreeable she is, or perhaps how agreeable they were. Not that every disagreement they had ever had was unpleasant but verbal sparring did not suit the occasion so well. He knows the danger that the open invitation of her mind represents. How easy it would be to let it slip over him, how tempting it would be to chase that, to find himself wandering along the same paths that she did.
It was a calculated risk, then, one that he takes without hesitation. The breeze across his face, the warmth of the sun not yet eaten by the clouds are not so sharp for him as they are for her, but there is an ambiance to them, washing over him even as he steadies the kettle, just warm enough to still be acceptable. The gentle splash of the tea melds with the distant sound of waves and he can taste the salt high on the pallet of his mouth as he pours his own cup, in turn. It is more cheerful, but not entirely safe. The feeling of distant electricity picked up easily by his senses, attuned to them, the hair on his arms standing on end. He is not surprised to see that the boats push their luck on the water, dancing on the waves to pull the last catch before they would be forced to retreat, as he would, behind the shuttered walls.
He sets the kettle down, eyes focused again on the old wood of the table, hand settling again over hers on the table.]
It is no wonder you are so often away. This place holds far less interest.
[It is not an indictment. She bears no blame in this.]
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It was a calculated risk, then, one that he takes without hesitation. The breeze across his face, the warmth of the sun not yet eaten by the clouds are not so sharp for him as they are for her, but there is an ambiance to them, washing over him even as he steadies the kettle, just warm enough to still be acceptable. The gentle splash of the tea melds with the distant sound of waves and he can taste the salt high on the pallet of his mouth as he pours his own cup, in turn. It is more cheerful, but not entirely safe. The feeling of distant electricity picked up easily by his senses, attuned to them, the hair on his arms standing on end. He is not surprised to see that the boats push their luck on the water, dancing on the waves to pull the last catch before they would be forced to retreat, as he would, behind the shuttered walls.
He sets the kettle down, eyes focused again on the old wood of the table, hand settling again over hers on the table.]
It is no wonder you are so often away. This place holds far less interest.
[It is not an indictment. She bears no blame in this.]