[ Jaime flushes a little. It's funny - he loathes attention. Everyone knows that. They can feel it in his stuttered speeches to the press and in the way he flies away from them given the slightest opportunity, how lost for words he gets when confronted with people who know him for good or bad reasons in the public and his extreme reluctance to take on anything even resembling a leadership role. He's been dragged into celebrity and heroism kicking and screaming and a part of him has never managed to move on from that. Frankly, he doesn't think he's ever going to move on from that. He's just not made for it.
But it's not that he loathes attention. It's that he loathes attention when he's looked at for leadership for hard times, or when the full weight of the public eye is on him. When it comes to stuff like this, in private moments, the attention coming from someone he adores, treating him with this sort of tenderness, he soaks it up like a regular Booster Gold. Any day where her attention is focused on him on this is a good day. ] Is that so? [ He says, trying to play it off. He does so poorly. He leans in low enough so that when she places a hand on his jaw, he lets some invisible force guide him so he's glancing up at her. ]
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Date: 2019-05-29 02:03 am (UTC)But it's not that he loathes attention. It's that he loathes attention when he's looked at for leadership for hard times, or when the full weight of the public eye is on him. When it comes to stuff like this, in private moments, the attention coming from someone he adores, treating him with this sort of tenderness, he soaks it up like a regular Booster Gold. Any day where her attention is focused on him on this is a good day. ] Is that so? [ He says, trying to play it off. He does so poorly. He leans in low enough so that when she places a hand on his jaw, he lets some invisible force guide him so he's glancing up at her. ]
Do I pass inspection?