[ Her own boots follow after his. First one, then the other, dropped and pushed aside. Bottle in one hand, the other begins the slow task of removing hidden blades. They're comfortable, never in the way, but never too far from her. just how she likes them to be.
One, two, three, four drop, set aside on the nearby table. She has no need for them now and it doesn't look like she will for awhile. Instead, a twist of fingers to the bottle's cap is given, an indulgence in a sip is what she gives into. ]
You ask me like I would know.
[ Words teasing, it's not far from the truth. Normal is not what either of them or their lifestyles are. Something they've been over before, something they both agree on, something they both might never understand fully.
Bottle held out for him to take next, fingers find their way in his hair, combing through it, an attempt to help him fix it. Slowly, softly, she smiles to him while fingers tend to unruly hair, then drops her forehead against his cheek. A nuzzle, soft as it is fleeting, pulling back moments later to have that better look at him and comb fingers through his hair again. ]
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Date: 2016-02-01 04:11 am (UTC)From:One, two, three, four drop, set aside on the nearby table. She has no need for them now and it doesn't look like she will for awhile. Instead, a twist of fingers to the bottle's cap is given, an indulgence in a sip is what she gives into. ]
You ask me like I would know.
[ Words teasing, it's not far from the truth. Normal is not what either of them or their lifestyles are. Something they've been over before, something they both agree on, something they both might never understand fully.
Bottle held out for him to take next, fingers find their way in his hair, combing through it, an attempt to help him fix it. Slowly, softly, she smiles to him while fingers tend to unruly hair, then drops her forehead against his cheek. A nuzzle, soft as it is fleeting, pulling back moments later to have that better look at him and comb fingers through his hair again. ]
But you make me feel normal.