[Tinya isn't an empath, but she's always felt things very deeply. it was all love or hate with her, nothing in between. but what she feels now is love in every sense of the word. she loves Will. and she thinks that he loves her, too. the feelings cause a blush to rise to her cheeks.
she's always been mature for her age. she spent most of her childhood in Bgztl's finest schools, learning not only math and science but art and drama and dance and literature and philosophy. then, she left school to follow along on her mother's diplomatic missions as an assistant.
she's been looking up at him with wide blue eyes full of yearning. she wants to touch, to hold, but is it what he wants? if it isn't, she feels as though her heart would be split in two.
so she goes eagerly when he reaches out for her, her arms wrapping tightly around him, one hand on the small of his back, the other reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair. she presses her cheek against his heartbeat and feels it pound. hers must be pounding, too. she closes her eyes and nestles in closer, breathing in his scent, reveling in the feel of him so close and in her arms.
at his words, she lifts her face enough so she can look into his eyes with hers. hers are earnest and sweet and tender] Then don't let me go. But even if you do? I'll always come back, Will. Always. I promise.
[and she's much the same. they're well-suited for one another]
(cw: underage)
she's always been mature for her age. she spent most of her childhood in Bgztl's finest schools, learning not only math and science but art and drama and dance and literature and philosophy. then, she left school to follow along on her mother's diplomatic missions as an assistant.
she's been looking up at him with wide blue eyes full of yearning. she wants to touch, to hold, but is it what he wants? if it isn't, she feels as though her heart would be split in two.
so she goes eagerly when he reaches out for her, her arms wrapping tightly around him, one hand on the small of his back, the other reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair. she presses her cheek against his heartbeat and feels it pound. hers must be pounding, too. she closes her eyes and nestles in closer, breathing in his scent, reveling in the feel of him so close and in her arms.
at his words, she lifts her face enough so she can look into his eyes with hers. hers are earnest and sweet and tender] Then don't let me go. But even if you do? I'll always come back, Will. Always. I promise.
[and she's much the same. they're well-suited for one another]