(A laugh tumbles out of Gela; at last she turns her cheek. He's got a little look about him, like he could laugh too, and she follows it, gazes up the line of his jaw where it's set, holding in all his thoughts.) Oh no. Really?
(That's embarrassing, and sort of lovely all in once. Maybe there's something more to a terrible joke. She comes in closer to the line drawn between them. There is sweat at his temple and his eyes are — well, it's difficult to say, because he's blocking the sun with his head and she can't tell their colour, but he's obviously looking at her and she likes the attention.
The offer, even more. She puts her palm to his chest and plate armor. She splays her fingers where it's hot.
God, their first meeting was when she caught him leaving food outside of her door again. He knew she wasn't making round trips to the dining hall. He wanted to know what she was really like—)
Yes. But you're not going to wear this, are you? (Tassets and shield, the helmet in the dirt. Hmm:) It looks difficult to remove alone.
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(That's embarrassing, and sort of lovely all in once. Maybe there's something more to a terrible joke. She comes in closer to the line drawn between them. There is sweat at his temple and his eyes are — well, it's difficult to say, because he's blocking the sun with his head and she can't tell their colour, but he's obviously looking at her and she likes the attention.
The offer, even more. She puts her palm to his chest and plate armor. She splays her fingers where it's hot.
God, their first meeting was when she caught him leaving food outside of her door again. He knew she wasn't making round trips to the dining hall. He wanted to know what she was really like—)
Yes. But you're not going to wear this, are you? (Tassets and shield, the helmet in the dirt. Hmm:) It looks difficult to remove alone.