[ She feels the grasp, but so too does she notice the rest: the way he tosses his head, the way he struggles to find words that would have come so easily to anyone else. Against his shoulder, her smile fades, and she feels uncertain. Something is wrong.
She gives him a squeeze back--as much as she can squeeze a god of such density--and then she gently disentangles herself from his arms, feeling queer. She had not misjudged that he'd missed her, she knows that, and the way his arms tighten prove that, but ... perhaps he is not as free with his affection as she is. I have overstepped.
She is back in her court, smoothing over some graceless fumble that has been brought before her throne. ]
You do not care for appropriate. [ A moderate tease, and then she presses her lips together, the warmth falling behind something else as she turns from him to shake the sand out from her uniform onto the floor of the cave. There is a seamless sort of way she pretends as though nothing has happened, but it comes at the cost of some of her warmth as she assesses where the misstep had fallen. ] Your squidge, [ she ventures, ] have you given it a name?
[ Surely that answer, at least, is well within his comfort to give. ]
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She gives him a squeeze back--as much as she can squeeze a god of such density--and then she gently disentangles herself from his arms, feeling queer. She had not misjudged that he'd missed her, she knows that, and the way his arms tighten prove that, but ... perhaps he is not as free with his affection as she is. I have overstepped.
She is back in her court, smoothing over some graceless fumble that has been brought before her throne. ]
You do not care for appropriate. [ A moderate tease, and then she presses her lips together, the warmth falling behind something else as she turns from him to shake the sand out from her uniform onto the floor of the cave. There is a seamless sort of way she pretends as though nothing has happened, but it comes at the cost of some of her warmth as she assesses where the misstep had fallen. ] Your squidge, [ she ventures, ] have you given it a name?
[ Surely that answer, at least, is well within his comfort to give. ]