[she continues to gently comb the fingers of one hand through his soft curls, being especially careful with the tangles. she feels so connected to him, connected in a way she's never felt before and she can't help but smile.
she sees him shy away a little and murmurs "no, no, it's okay," to him, trying to reassure him. she wants him to feel better. so she strokes his cheek with her thumb and gazes down into his eyes. they make her heart ache because they look like they've seen such pain, so much pain and suffering. she'd do whatever she can to make him feel better, even a little bit. she wants to try.
softly] Yes, Will?
[she closes her eyes briefly at his touch but doesn't shy away from it at all. it feels good and right and why would she interfere with that? and she'd blush at his description of her eyes. no one would have complimented her in such a way before and it would make her feel warm and happy inside]
Thank you.
[and then he breaks the contact between them by standing and she lets loose a little dismayed cry, reaching for him again]
(cw: vague underage feelings)
she sees him shy away a little and murmurs "no, no, it's okay," to him, trying to reassure him. she wants him to feel better. so she strokes his cheek with her thumb and gazes down into his eyes. they make her heart ache because they look like they've seen such pain, so much pain and suffering. she'd do whatever she can to make him feel better, even a little bit. she wants to try.
softly] Yes, Will?
[she closes her eyes briefly at his touch but doesn't shy away from it at all. it feels good and right and why would she interfere with that? and she'd blush at his description of her eyes. no one would have complimented her in such a way before and it would make her feel warm and happy inside]
Thank you.
[and then he breaks the contact between them by standing and she lets loose a little dismayed cry, reaching for him again]