[Her hair falls forward over her bare shoulders and he locks his teeth together and lets the exhale out slow through his nose.
And then he's going to sit in a dark room with her - and talk because his family raised him right.
He intentionally used the phrase though, knowing it would bolster her. Her shy vulnerability had tugged hard at him and he'd be lying if he didn't admit it had felt good, to realize that she was aware enough of him to be flustered - but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or out of balance internally to the point it bothered her. Little moments of it - he'd admit he enjoyed but not long lengths of it. She'd earned her right to be confident, he loved it about her. It wasn't something he wanted damaged, even if a shake in it every now and then was gratifying if it was for him.
Her giggle helps re-center him and he follows her into the room, shutting the door quietly behind them.
It's obvious the room is in the process of being renovated. What he assumes are stacks of chairs are covered with cloth in one corner and it's just wide stairs in a circle leading down to a circular center. The floors are all marble though and so clean he's sure they cleared up all the loose plaster and detritus for the gala. It's not the room itself though that's the focus on the entire thing. It's the ceiling. Because the ceiling is a dome of utterly translucent glass and through that the stars look like he's usually only seen them from space, myriad and sharp and forever.]
Here. [He goes down a few steps and sets his plate down before unbuttoning his jacket and putting it on one of the stairs, lining down in case there's anything left on the polished steps they can't see in just the starlight. He's well aware how quickly anything black picks up. His jacket can handle some in the lining but her black dress would pick it up and advertise it in a heartbeat. Then he sits down on the step above it, long legs on the step below and picks up his plate again. With his other hand he pats the jacket.] Sit down and lean your back up against one of my legs. We can try your soda and watch the stars for a little while.
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And then he's going to sit in a dark room with her - and talk because his family raised him right.
He intentionally used the phrase though, knowing it would bolster her. Her shy vulnerability had tugged hard at him and he'd be lying if he didn't admit it had felt good, to realize that she was aware enough of him to be flustered - but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or out of balance internally to the point it bothered her. Little moments of it - he'd admit he enjoyed but not long lengths of it. She'd earned her right to be confident, he loved it about her. It wasn't something he wanted damaged, even if a shake in it every now and then was gratifying if it was for him.
Her giggle helps re-center him and he follows her into the room, shutting the door quietly behind them.
It's obvious the room is in the process of being renovated. What he assumes are stacks of chairs are covered with cloth in one corner and it's just wide stairs in a circle leading down to a circular center. The floors are all marble though and so clean he's sure they cleared up all the loose plaster and detritus for the gala. It's not the room itself though that's the focus on the entire thing. It's the ceiling. Because the ceiling is a dome of utterly translucent glass and through that the stars look like he's usually only seen them from space, myriad and sharp and forever.]
Here. [He goes down a few steps and sets his plate down before unbuttoning his jacket and putting it on one of the stairs, lining down in case there's anything left on the polished steps they can't see in just the starlight. He's well aware how quickly anything black picks up. His jacket can handle some in the lining but her black dress would pick it up and advertise it in a heartbeat. Then he sits down on the step above it, long legs on the step below and picks up his plate again. With his other hand he pats the jacket.] Sit down and lean your back up against one of my legs. We can try your soda and watch the stars for a little while.