[ Even as she cups his hand in her own, she can note the difference in size between them — the pale slender curvature of her digits beneath his own, and it nearly prompts her thoughts to venture back to recalling his palm and fingers spread wide across her skin, seeming to traverse all of that expanse with little effort. She swallows firmly and focuses on peering into the surface of his grasp, the pieces that are firmly lodged — no, now gently resting on top.
She sweeps the glass off him, fingertips trailing through fresh blood to find nothing but unbroken flesh, confusion residing in the part of her lips and the deep furrow between her brows. ] But you were —
[ Her gaze, inevitably, ascends to his face, and even if she doesn't fully know the source of his power yet, to have it so blatantly confirmed for her is its own epiphany, so much divulged in so little a demonstration. ]
You are. [ But she doesn't withdraw from him, her fingers curling around his hand, his blood and his skin painting an even clearer picture for her now as her eyes peer into his, finally understanding. ] And you've accepted it, even while you stand with a foot in both worlds.
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She sweeps the glass off him, fingertips trailing through fresh blood to find nothing but unbroken flesh, confusion residing in the part of her lips and the deep furrow between her brows. ] But you were —
[ Her gaze, inevitably, ascends to his face, and even if she doesn't fully know the source of his power yet, to have it so blatantly confirmed for her is its own epiphany, so much divulged in so little a demonstration. ]
You are. [ But she doesn't withdraw from him, her fingers curling around his hand, his blood and his skin painting an even clearer picture for her now as her eyes peer into his, finally understanding. ] And you've accepted it, even while you stand with a foot in both worlds.