[ He really is just so sensitive, and it's honestly endearing. The way that his head completely empties the moment she touches him, the slackness to his mouth, and it's very easy to see where his mind goes.
It makes her warm in ways that weren't just related to the heat coming from his hand. His dirty joke makes her laugh once, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly despite her smile. ]
I do think so.
[ She's about to say And that could come later when he closes his eyes, and she can feel the pull of magic through their entwined fingers. Flowers fill the inside of the carriage and she laughs softly, once, just at the beauty of it and the trust that it shows. That he'll go on her hunch without question and so immediately.
It's probably a good thing his eyes are closed, because the way she looks at him then betrays exactly how deeply she feels for him.
Rather than say anything though she just shifts closer, placing her other hand over their intertwined ones, leaning forward as if both are in prayer as she closes her eyes and focuses as well. Focuses on that connection, the way the magic flows from him to her and back. The different flavor of it, vibrating at a different note, but just as sweet sounding.
It's easier for her since she had felt it before, the way to line up their seiðr so that it crackles like a live wire between them. It's more difficult because she's the empty one this time, needing to be filled, and she leans forward even more as she reaches for it, their foreheads bumping together.
There- right-- She touches the flow of it, and there's a soft intake of breath as it floods her as well. ]
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It makes her warm in ways that weren't just related to the heat coming from his hand. His dirty joke makes her laugh once, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly despite her smile. ]
I do think so.
[ She's about to say And that could come later when he closes his eyes, and she can feel the pull of magic through their entwined fingers. Flowers fill the inside of the carriage and she laughs softly, once, just at the beauty of it and the trust that it shows. That he'll go on her hunch without question and so immediately.
It's probably a good thing his eyes are closed, because the way she looks at him then betrays exactly how deeply she feels for him.
Rather than say anything though she just shifts closer, placing her other hand over their intertwined ones, leaning forward as if both are in prayer as she closes her eyes and focuses as well. Focuses on that connection, the way the magic flows from him to her and back. The different flavor of it, vibrating at a different note, but just as sweet sounding.
It's easier for her since she had felt it before, the way to line up their seiðr so that it crackles like a live wire between them. It's more difficult because she's the empty one this time, needing to be filled, and she leans forward even more as she reaches for it, their foreheads bumping together.
There- right-- She touches the flow of it, and there's a soft intake of breath as it floods her as well. ]