[ Her head feels like it's spinning. Between the kisses and the multitude of secrets and confessions shared between them, everything feels like it's moving so fast. At the start of their time here, they were strangersโ and now she knows for a fact she can't say that anymore. It's confusing, conflicting, strange in so many ways; it ties knots in her stomach and makes it hard to speak as she looks at him, as her ears ache with the kindness of his words. ]
I... [ She shakes her head, the emotions clearly playing out across her face. ] I don't know what to say.
[ How could he not judge her? In those situations, she was just as much of an aggressor as those drunkards who hated her for what she was. Drunk and fiery, she hated them for hating her, a vicious cycle that perpetuated itself into something violently physical. In her own eyes, she was as bad as they were, in her own way. And yet...
And also. It takes a moment in the heat of it all, but she realizes belatedly what he's said, and her eyes soften, her hands grip harder at his forearms. ]
You don't make me feel that way. [ The words are a whisper, a heat coming into her cheeks as she looks at him. She doesn't think she can put into words the way he does make her feel, not right now, but it's not... it's not like that. ] This isn't like that.
[ And she leans forward to close the gap again, what little of it there was, the kiss soft still tinged with that desperation she feels, her hands lifting to grip at the material of his vest instead, giving her more purchase to pull him a little closer to her even as she tries somehow (and fails greatly) to keep things as chaste as possible. ]
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I... [ She shakes her head, the emotions clearly playing out across her face. ] I don't know what to say.
[ How could he not judge her? In those situations, she was just as much of an aggressor as those drunkards who hated her for what she was. Drunk and fiery, she hated them for hating her, a vicious cycle that perpetuated itself into something violently physical. In her own eyes, she was as bad as they were, in her own way. And yet...
And also. It takes a moment in the heat of it all, but she realizes belatedly what he's said, and her eyes soften, her hands grip harder at his forearms. ]
You don't make me feel that way. [ The words are a whisper, a heat coming into her cheeks as she looks at him. She doesn't think she can put into words the way he does make her feel, not right now, but it's not... it's not like that. ] This isn't like that.
[ And she leans forward to close the gap again, what little of it there was, the kiss soft still tinged with that desperation she feels, her hands lifting to grip at the material of his vest instead, giving her more purchase to pull him a little closer to her even as she tries somehow (and fails greatly) to keep things as chaste as possible. ]