[ It should be an innocuous gesture, his lips pressed to her hand, one that's been directed towards her countless times with much less feeling behind it — but she recognizes what is coursing through him now, even if she is not affected by it outright. In truth, she has been changed with the knowledge of how he must be struggling to hold himself back from her, restraining from succumbing to his urges. Lesser men would not have bothered with such a gesture, would have hardly cared for her choice, and yet here he stands, asking for it.
In so many things since her arrival, her desires have been manipulated, heightened, intensified to a degree where they are impossible to ignore, leading her towards action when she would have refrained. Now, she realizes with no shortage of surprise that the wanting that settles in her awareness of him is a product of herself, with nothing else to blame. ]
Yes. [ God help her for saying so, but she would be lying otherwise. ]
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In so many things since her arrival, her desires have been manipulated, heightened, intensified to a degree where they are impossible to ignore, leading her towards action when she would have refrained. Now, she realizes with no shortage of surprise that the wanting that settles in her awareness of him is a product of herself, with nothing else to blame. ]
Yes. [ God help her for saying so, but she would be lying otherwise. ]