[For a moment, predictably so, Elle freezes. But it isn't from trepidation, it isn't from shock, it isn't even from confusion; it's just that suddenly, he's there, his head in her lap, and she's feeling that swell of warmth again, that feeling of fondness that's sharpened at the edges with something that threatens to be more intense than mere friendly affection. It's acute, and yet it's a dull sort of ache. She doesn't know why this keeps happening, she wishes she knew why he kept doing this to her, was he trying to confuse her, but no, Corvus wouldn't do that, it's as simple as he said, he just wants her to...
To stay with him.]
Corvus...
[She looks down at his face, at his profile, too handsome for its own good. She can feel her heart pulsing in her chest, and it seems so thunderous that she can swear to god that he might be feeling it too. But she doesn't move, she can't move. No, she doesn't want to move.
And so the only thing to do is to let him rest, to take in his offered warmth and his scent, so close to her. She doesn't know what to do with her arm that isn't already resting on the couch, almost too afraid to shatter the moment, but--
Her fingers brush lightly at his cheek, a ghost of a touch, barely there, probably barely registered. Then her hand settles onto his shoulder, resting there, and she simply continues to look down at him.
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To stay with him.]
Corvus...
[She looks down at his face, at his profile, too handsome for its own good. She can feel her heart pulsing in her chest, and it seems so thunderous that she can swear to god that he might be feeling it too. But she doesn't move, she can't move. No, she doesn't want to move.
And so the only thing to do is to let him rest, to take in his offered warmth and his scent, so close to her. She doesn't know what to do with her arm that isn't already resting on the couch, almost too afraid to shatter the moment, but--
Her fingers brush lightly at his cheek, a ghost of a touch, barely there, probably barely registered. Then her hand settles onto his shoulder, resting there, and she simply continues to look down at him.
Doesn't he know what this does to me?]