[ Matt follows the changes in the stranger's posture and expression, curious over the shift from tight-wound grin to looser frown. Something he wanted he didn't get, then. Under normal circumstances, Matt might spare a moment to fret about that before finding his groove, channeling his eagerness to please into a productive outlet like asking questions ("What do you like?") or offering experimental touches. But what's normal about him now? What's been normal since the afternoon he walked into that small room off the library? Hey Pierce, can we talk? Instead of concern, Matt feels a sense of languorous inevitability. He's exactly where he should be, here among the ruins. And what's due to him, he'll get.
He hears the stranger's words as monkey witch, and bursts into a laugh of his own. Warm, surprised. Inviting as the crook of his finger, which curls even as he keeps hold of the yellow cowslip. ]
You want more? C'mere, then. I can show you a conclusion.
[ It could almost be a threat. But Matt's tone and expression imply teasing rather than danger. And his posture is all ease, as if he were lounging on one of Saltburnt's expansive beds instead of this ancient stone. ]
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He hears the stranger's words as monkey witch, and bursts into a laugh of his own. Warm, surprised. Inviting as the crook of his finger, which curls even as he keeps hold of the yellow cowslip. ]
You want more? C'mere, then. I can show you a conclusion.
[ It could almost be a threat. But Matt's tone and expression imply teasing rather than danger. And his posture is all ease, as if he were lounging on one of Saltburnt's expansive beds instead of this ancient stone. ]