[looking to him, to that smile, she wishes she could trust it without abandon. in this light, anyone would - with a voice that could soothe away her doubts, gentle enough to calm a spooked heart, and no need for it to be raised. his hands, warm and steady, holding hers and keeping her breathing, in one place. his eyes, the same shade as the autumn dahlias she had paused to look at in the shop window just the other day.(and is that why? had she known, in some thought swimming under the surface, to mark the color?) anyone would trust a smile that inviting, want to touch it just to see if it's real, that this isn't a dream that leaves one weeping because it's over.
it's not entirely a conscious thing, drifting a little closer into his orbit. she could say something bold, could make it sly and quip accordingly and pack up all this vulnerability and trade familiar remarks-]
And what if I don't know what I need? Where do we go from there?
[it's more honest than she meant it to be, and there's the inner desire to push it away, laugh it off somehow - but she's going to let it stand, because she wants to believe him. to be helped, like she's helped others so many times. it might be terrifying, but it's there. not knowing is enough to confess to.
because she does trust him, just not in a way to follow without a thought of her own.]
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Date: 2022-09-26 11:38 am (UTC)it's not entirely a conscious thing, drifting a little closer into his orbit. she could say something bold, could make it sly and quip accordingly and pack up all this vulnerability and trade familiar remarks-]
And what if I don't know what I need? Where do we go from there?
[it's more honest than she meant it to be, and there's the inner desire to push it away, laugh it off somehow - but she's going to let it stand, because she wants to believe him. to be helped, like she's helped others so many times. it might be terrifying, but it's there. not knowing is enough to confess to.
because she does trust him, just not in a way to follow without a thought of her own.]