That's a bad thing? You've got that pretty head all for yourself.
[ Oh, he's gone and done it now, let some of his inner monologue leak out. Still, it's getting harder to fight whatever it is that's giving him tachycardia at the moment. Were he not particularly good at compartmentalizing, this might have ended up in disaster already. ]
Me neither. Sounds kind of shit. Getting armed is going be its own ordeal, too.
[A kiss. The realization hits him hard, like a bucket of cold water. The fucking forest wants a kiss, if not more. Much more. Moreover, John's perfectly aware that this cursed place will make them both enjoy it, only to take that away the moment it's satisfied, leaving them with what, shock and a nasty feeling of betrayal? He just can't understand how people feel so freely, sometimes. ]
Don't move.
[ His right hand had been lingering by the side of her head, knuckles brushing her cheekbone ever so slightly. He had barely noticed it. His fingers deep into her hair, delicately first, but he gets a good hold of the back of her head, and he pushes a bit, leading her to tilt her head down. Most importantly, he's not letting her look up again. Their eyes cannot meet, not for what he's going to do next.
John leans in, and in a single movement plants a kiss on her forehead, first, and then presses her head against his chest. He's done that a few times by now, using his own body to protect hers, usually accompanied by his left hand pressing the small of her back against him too, but not right now. He wouldn't be able to a professional if he did that here. He keeps her there for a few seconds, hoping its enough for her to get over whatever emotion he has elicited on her, before letting go and sliding past her, going over to a tree to lean against, facing away from her. ]
A few kilometers. The moment you leave the property, some defense mechanism activates. Paranoia, self doubt. Only gets worse with distance.
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[ Oh, he's gone and done it now, let some of his inner monologue leak out. Still, it's getting harder to fight whatever it is that's giving him tachycardia at the moment. Were he not particularly good at compartmentalizing, this might have ended up in disaster already. ]
Me neither. Sounds kind of shit. Getting armed is going be its own ordeal, too.
[ A kiss. The realization hits him hard, like a bucket of cold water. The fucking forest wants a kiss, if not more. Much more. Moreover, John's perfectly aware that this cursed place will make them both enjoy it, only to take that away the moment it's satisfied, leaving them with what, shock and a nasty feeling of betrayal? He just can't understand how people feel so freely, sometimes. ]
Don't move.
[ His right hand had been lingering by the side of her head, knuckles brushing her cheekbone ever so slightly. He had barely noticed it. His fingers deep into her hair, delicately first, but he gets a good hold of the back of her head, and he pushes a bit, leading her to tilt her head down. Most importantly, he's not letting her look up again. Their eyes cannot meet, not for what he's going to do next.
John leans in, and in a single movement plants a kiss on her forehead, first, and then presses her head against his chest. He's done that a few times by now, using his own body to protect hers, usually accompanied by his left hand pressing the small of her back against him too, but not right now. He wouldn't be able to a professional if he did that here. He keeps her there for a few seconds, hoping its enough for her to get over whatever emotion he has elicited on her, before letting go and sliding past her, going over to a tree to lean against, facing away from her. ]
A few kilometers. The moment you leave the property, some defense mechanism activates. Paranoia, self doubt. Only gets worse with distance.
[ Nothing happened. ]