[ As she pulls away, biting her lip (unfair, his brain screams at him, the desire to kiss so strong that he takes in a sharp breath to calm it), his hand remains at her hip until the last possible moment, fingertips brushing against the fabric of her pants as she sits across from him. ]
That's true, [ he says, possibly too many moments after her statement. But she's holding out a pastry to him, something fragrant and smelling of butter and roses, and he leans forward to take a bite of it without taking the foodstuffs from her hand, like a normal person surely. ]
Mm. [ Excuse him, he's eating, just give him a moment... ] I don't know, actually. [ There's a crumb in the corner of his mouth he can feel but can't see, and he tries to lick it away to no avail. Oh well. ]
I like the people. Mostly other Rifters, if I'm being honest. Though, Wycome was fascinating, and Val Royeaux is rather pretty, architecturally and aesthetically, but there's some places outside of cities that are just... they're calm, and beautiful. I suppose I like them the best, of all the places.
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That's true, [ he says, possibly too many moments after her statement. But she's holding out a pastry to him, something fragrant and smelling of butter and roses, and he leans forward to take a bite of it without taking the foodstuffs from her hand, like a normal person surely. ]
Mm. [ Excuse him, he's eating, just give him a moment... ] I don't know, actually. [ There's a crumb in the corner of his mouth he can feel but can't see, and he tries to lick it away to no avail. Oh well. ]
I like the people. Mostly other Rifters, if I'm being honest. Though, Wycome was fascinating, and Val Royeaux is rather pretty, architecturally and aesthetically, but there's some places outside of cities that are just... they're calm, and beautiful. I suppose I like them the best, of all the places.