[He says with what could be a touch of wryness that fades away as he watches her fingers run over his hand, tips sliding along the grooves of his knuckles not unlike Jean's did the first time they met. It's a bittersweet memory, a conflicting feeling, and it makes him ever so much more aware of the contact they have between the two of them. He wants to pull away from it like a wounded animal, but braces himself not to.]
[ her eyebrows knit together, eyes unfocused like she's looking at something beyond them both. her hand flattens against his arm again, long fingers unable to fully circle the banded muscles of his forearm.
she's expecting him to pull away but he doesn't in the span of the slow breaths she takes and so her eyes flicker up, blinking as he swims back into focus. ]
If you put them away now, it won't hurt.
[ the least she can do, choking the blood flow to his nerves for a moment. ]
[It's always hurt - even before it took a moment to heal over, there was always pain. For it not to be there as the claws retract, it feels off. He feels numb in some way - foreign and weird, something he wants to pull away from. Yet he looks at her and he knows it's her doing, and for that he fights the feral urges in his chest and exhales softly. His fingers twitch and the wounds start to close, bloody divots of his knuckles knitting together slowly lest they get a quickened boost by her hand.]
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[He says with what could be a touch of wryness that fades away as he watches her fingers run over his hand, tips sliding along the grooves of his knuckles not unlike Jean's did the first time they met. It's a bittersweet memory, a conflicting feeling, and it makes him ever so much more aware of the contact they have between the two of them. He wants to pull away from it like a wounded animal, but braces himself not to.]
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she's expecting him to pull away but he doesn't in the span of the slow breaths she takes and so her eyes flicker up, blinking as he swims back into focus. ]
If you put them away now, it won't hurt.
[ the least she can do, choking the blood flow to his nerves for a moment. ]
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Well, I should get going. Let me know when it starts to hurt again and we can do this again sometime.
[ makes it sound like a date but willa doesn't take it back. sylvie knows she is a flirt. she sets her empty glass on the counter. ]
Enjoy!