[ The hardest part is staying right where she is. His heart is brimming, overfull with affection, with sentiment, overfull. That much is fine. That much she expected from the start, but... when he turns the focus of it on her, it's hard not to deflect. It's hard not to knock those words from the air. His world is better with her? It's worse, too. Whatever good she brings, he could get that from a dozen other, better places, if he ever let himself look.
(But, already greedy, she doesn't want him looking for them anymore, either. Her fingertips, still gloved, sweep over his wrist, the line of his pulse. She doesn't want to lose him. Least of all to her own sabotage.) ]
So, [ she murmurs, voice quiet and throat dry, overwhelmed in her own feelings, ] was it worth the interruption?
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Date: 2019-06-18 03:44 am (UTC)(But, already greedy, she doesn't want him looking for them anymore, either. Her fingertips, still gloved, sweep over his wrist, the line of his pulse. She doesn't want to lose him. Least of all to her own sabotage.) ]
So, [ she murmurs, voice quiet and throat dry, overwhelmed in her own feelings, ] was it worth the interruption?