[ She's seen what he fears. What she is afraid of? He doesn't know. Discovery? Being pinned down? Those seem likely options, knowing what he does. She's a chaotic little spark looking for things to set alight, and he could imagine terrible fates for her rather easily.
Which only makes him more determined to keep them from her, as it happens. One day. One day it'll be him offering her some kind of comfort instead of the other way around. ]
But right now? Their memories— their fears— aren't on the table. Her nails dig in by a few centimeters more as he speaks up, one last, lone exhale slipping free like a seal breaking before its lock is released; she might not be ready to let go, but she's always been good at doing it regardless.
Without complaint, she uncoils. Steps back between the open space of his fingertips, his hands, his arms. Predictably— with a smile.] Not as good as tequila, but if you've got it, I'll take it.
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[ She's seen what he fears. What she is afraid of? He doesn't know. Discovery? Being pinned down? Those seem likely options, knowing what he does. She's a chaotic little spark looking for things to set alight, and he could imagine terrible fates for her rather easily.
Which only makes him more determined to keep them from her, as it happens. One day. One day it'll be him offering her some kind of comfort instead of the other way around. ]
...Taylor left some whiskey, I'm fairly certain.
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But right now? Their memories— their fears— aren't on the table. Her nails dig in by a few centimeters more as he speaks up, one last, lone exhale slipping free like a seal breaking before its lock is released; she might not be ready to let go, but she's always been good at doing it regardless.
Without complaint, she uncoils. Steps back between the open space of his fingertips, his hands, his arms. Predictably— with a smile.] Not as good as tequila, but if you've got it, I'll take it.