[ she dwells on the question, and it weighs heavy on her for a long moment. her eyes drift to where her hand cradles his face before she lets her touch drift lower, until her fingers loosely frame the base of his throat. it isn't a threat-- but maybe she's thinking about it. there's so much turbulent emotion, so much violence hiding under that controlled surface.
but after another beat, her fingertips just trail over the line of his sternum before dropping away, and she answers simply: ]
I am unsure. But regardless, perhaps it is too late to stop it.
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but after another beat, her fingertips just trail over the line of his sternum before dropping away, and she answers simply: ]
I am unsure. But regardless, perhaps it is too late to stop it.