[ It isn't that he thinks she's lying so much as he thinks that there's no world in which that could be true. The way she looks at him, through him, twin beams piercing through skin that ought to be almost impenetrable — it seems inconceivable that she couldn't see straight into his head. He wants her to, he thinks — he wants the confirmation that they're cut from the same cloth, that they understand each other. But the moment passes, the tension cut as she rises from the water. He scoots back on instinct, though that doesn't buy him that much space when she leans forward in the next instant. ]
Really?
[ And maybe he sounds a little disappointed, maybe the word leaves his mouth before he has the time to think it through. His nostrils flare in something like surprise, though the unease that sits clearly on his features doesn't prompt any further action, his ice-blue eyes fixed on hers. He knows what she could do, that the Voice could compel him to do anything even if it's equally true that he could tear her apart in an instant. They're a sort of yin and yang, in that way — possessed of terrible powers but suited for tearing each other apart without having to even blink an eye. ]
I guess I'm thinking about you.
[ Which is the truth, though he couldn't pursue the thought that much further. He could reach out — could kiss her, at this distance or lack thereof — but instead, his jaw sets, the line of it sharp and handsome yet still a million miles removed from resolute. ]
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Really?
[ And maybe he sounds a little disappointed, maybe the word leaves his mouth before he has the time to think it through. His nostrils flare in something like surprise, though the unease that sits clearly on his features doesn't prompt any further action, his ice-blue eyes fixed on hers. He knows what she could do, that the Voice could compel him to do anything even if it's equally true that he could tear her apart in an instant. They're a sort of yin and yang, in that way — possessed of terrible powers but suited for tearing each other apart without having to even blink an eye. ]
I guess I'm thinking about you.
[ Which is the truth, though he couldn't pursue the thought that much further. He could reach out — could kiss her, at this distance or lack thereof — but instead, his jaw sets, the line of it sharp and handsome yet still a million miles removed from resolute. ]
What about you?