That's the hope, of course. We'll manage it soon enough. [ It means so much to him when she latches on to the things he talks about. It's not just that she listens to him — and she is a great listener — but she's so genuinely interested in what he's saying, what gets him excited.
He feels that way about her, too, always wanting to know what's occupying her time, what thrills her, delights her, or worse, what troubles her and makes her ache. He'll soothe away every pain if he can, make everything better, make her smile. ]
What are you doing —
[ The covers over them, he means. But even as he asks, he pushes closer to her, as though they can possibly get closer. His hand moves away from her hip for a moment, only so he can move his fingers through her hair tenderly, with all the love in the world for her.
He ducks his head a little, only to better kiss her neck in return, trailing kisses up and down her skin so tenderly. ]
Thorne? I'll come with you, of course. What's going on over there, though, what are you hearing?
[ That hand stroking her hair now shifts, coming to rest against her cheek, to cradle it in the palm of his hand. ]
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Date: 2024-04-22 05:39 am (UTC)He feels that way about her, too, always wanting to know what's occupying her time, what thrills her, delights her, or worse, what troubles her and makes her ache. He'll soothe away every pain if he can, make everything better, make her smile. ]
What are you doing —
[ The covers over them, he means. But even as he asks, he pushes closer to her, as though they can possibly get closer. His hand moves away from her hip for a moment, only so he can move his fingers through her hair tenderly, with all the love in the world for her.
He ducks his head a little, only to better kiss her neck in return, trailing kisses up and down her skin so tenderly. ]
Thorne? I'll come with you, of course. What's going on over there, though, what are you hearing?
[ That hand stroking her hair now shifts, coming to rest against her cheek, to cradle it in the palm of his hand. ]