[getting comfortable with closeness as a feature and not just a reaction or means to cope has been a long road: she could criticize every part of herself he lavishes, and she could apologize endlessly for straying fingers should they elicit too dramatic a shudder, even if it were a good one. even without remembering the full scope of her chosen role, the sense of trespass that comes with doing more for herself clings to her fiercely, like it were part of her.
it doesn't change how much she wants him; maybe it just makes her want him more to spite it. she may not have the right to be there with him, but she is all the same, wanting to be there and wanted there.
old, still-sleeping memory makes the ache in her chest bittersweet, and she can't understand the weird sense of vindication in her when she can open her eyes and see him above her. she just understands the luck.
after she's been stripped bare and near breathless, she captures his face before he can get lost in his motions, scanning his features and painting it to memory with the canopied backdrop.]
Hmhh...No, the...hyperbole was true. You are a wildly good and handsome man, Darin... Facts are facts.
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Date: 2023-10-27 12:46 pm (UTC)it doesn't change how much she wants him; maybe it just makes her want him more to spite it. she may not have the right to be there with him, but she is all the same, wanting to be there and wanted there.
old, still-sleeping memory makes the ache in her chest bittersweet, and she can't understand the weird sense of vindication in her when she can open her eyes and see him above her. she just understands the luck.
after she's been stripped bare and near breathless, she captures his face before he can get lost in his motions, scanning his features and painting it to memory with the canopied backdrop.]
Hmhh...No, the...hyperbole was true. You are a wildly good and handsome man, Darin... Facts are facts.