Sometimes, in moments like these, Neil could almost feel the scales balance--that perfect place between her dark and light where there wasn't that little piece of something keeping the tiniest sliver of space between them, a barely there buffer that itched. He felt it then, a whisper of an instant where that space slipped and she was his for a second as he kissed her.
An instant where he he felt every word, burned the taste of them into his memory for that moment when she protected herself again--something to hold onto when he couldn't scratch that itch for more of her.
That moment was still fresh on his lips, swelling in his chest into something bigger than he was when she spoke, and almost on reflex the Night Dragon's deep, scornful voice filled his head.
Hope is a cure-all, Blair. It brings no results, it treats no wounds--it is little more than longing, the impotent meanderings of a weak spirit.
He thought of his teacher, his king...and he thought of his vow, and in an act of unmitigated rebellion, he smiled and leaned into her just a little as they walked.
"Then just...hope." he replied, something wild and brash in his smile as he said it. "Trust me, a lucky guy alone with a beautiful woman? Something's gonna happen, and even if it's not dirty? It's gonna be good."
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Re: 8/31 - early evening - Private
Date: 2018-09-11 05:48 am (UTC)An instant where he he felt every word, burned the taste of them into his memory for that moment when she protected herself again--something to hold onto when he couldn't scratch that itch for more of her.
That moment was still fresh on his lips, swelling in his chest into something bigger than he was when she spoke, and almost on reflex the Night Dragon's deep, scornful voice filled his head.
Hope is a cure-all, Blair. It brings no results, it treats no wounds--it is little more than longing, the impotent meanderings of a weak spirit.
He thought of his teacher, his king...and he thought of his vow, and in an act of unmitigated rebellion, he smiled and leaned into her just a little as they walked.
"Then just...hope." he replied, something wild and brash in his smile as he said it. "Trust me, a lucky guy alone with a beautiful woman? Something's gonna happen, and even if it's not dirty? It's gonna be good."