( he could, she thinks. he could always suggest something. he should know that, always.
but that makes her pause even as she settles in front of him, mirror how he's sitting with his shirt over her shoulders and gaze tracing the lines of muscle up his stomach, his chest, up to his face. the cake rests between them now, plate forgotten, as she lifts her hands to cup his cheeks, traces her thumb over Archi's cheekbone with a wrinkle of worry between her brows.
she tries to read his face, tries to figure it out but worry seizes in her chest and she can't push it away and just say -- you can. ) Humor me for a moment, okay? Where are we from and what's the last thing you remember?
( and maybe that's not the strangest thing she could ask him, not when they've dealt with murder and cults and crazy nuns. )
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but that makes her pause even as she settles in front of him, mirror how he's sitting with his shirt over her shoulders and gaze tracing the lines of muscle up his stomach, his chest, up to his face. the cake rests between them now, plate forgotten, as she lifts her hands to cup his cheeks, traces her thumb over Archi's cheekbone with a wrinkle of worry between her brows.
she tries to read his face, tries to figure it out but worry seizes in her chest and she can't push it away and just say -- you can. ) Humor me for a moment, okay? Where are we from and what's the last thing you remember?
( and maybe that's not the strangest thing she could ask him, not when they've dealt with murder and cults and crazy nuns. )