[Slanting. He will have to listen more carefully to her speak to differentiate it — and that should be easy to do, he thinks, because his focus is so thoroughly bound around her presence right now that it should come naturally.
For instance, Sholmes is always observing. The faint difference between iris and scalera, he sees it. The fine lines in her lips. How each strand of hair falls to brush against her shoulders.
He frowns when she pulls away, feeling like he’s been deprived. Drops his hand to the edge of the chaise, instead, opening his mouth to protest in sound more than words, but then a small flame appears in his periphery. Summoned by a snap of her fingers.
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For instance, Sholmes is always observing. The faint difference between iris and scalera, he sees it. The fine lines in her lips. How each strand of hair falls to brush against her shoulders.
He frowns when she pulls away, feeling like he’s been deprived. Drops his hand to the edge of the chaise, instead, opening his mouth to protest in sound more than words, but then a small flame appears in his periphery. Summoned by a snap of her fingers.
Eyes widen. !!]
How…?
[hfdghff reaches for it]