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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 11:57 am
His face steadily morphed over several expressions. She caught each one in turn and with each one her wings relaxed that much more until they were loosely held aloft.
Now he looks like the better one.
It was a funny thought; Cesc had been better for a long time, but all the same it was obvious that these past few months had put terrible and most untrue thoughts into his head. As her words faded and his expression brightened, it became clear to her that she had just helped the Stag in some small way.
It felt good. It felt damn good.
And as she felt good it seemed he matched her in that regard. His expression shifted one more time and it was as if the setting sun had increased its outpouring of light into her bedroom. Even the room felt a little warmer, but that could have been the heat of his hand when he curled his fingers around her own. Surprisingly - and unlike times before - the sensation was not wholly unpleasant. It was foreign, weird in that regard, but her skin didn't feel as if it wanted to crawl right off her bones.
Off her muscles, perhaps. Just a little.
"You're welcome." Her hand rested in the Stag's own. Anya was unpracticed in the art of hand holding and so she did not curl her digits around the Stag's hand in a returned gesture. Even if she had known, his words would have stopped her for the fact they confused her, and she showed this with a slight tilt of her head and the lightest of frowns.
"I agree but...You aren't leaving so soon, are you?" He had just arrived, but his words could be construed as such. They had much to catch up on - there were good things for him in the months they had been apart, surely - and even when that was done, there was much that could be done to wile away a long, Guardian-free evening.
Before the jungle she had taken charge and given orders as to what she wanted, with no room for questions to be asked. But for the past several months she had been a questioning sort of Raevan. No longer was she the sort to go "I'm going...". Now she was "May I go...?" instead. Anya hadn't liked this change about herself. With it came bouts of nervousness and some slight fear that she would be denied or told off or something to that effect...even though nothing of the sort ever happened. It was uncomfortable. She even felt pangs of that discomfort as she asked him one of the most innocent questions ever conceived.
In spite of those pangs - which she felt were less powerful than they had been in recent weeks and months - Anastacia still felt resolve. She truly didn't want him to leave so soon, but she also wasn't going to command or expect that he hang around. He had only grown two days ago after all and he was sure to have a lot of visits to make, with her being one of the stops along the way. All the same...She could give him the option, couldn't she?
"You're welcome to stay, Cesc."
It wasn't a question, but it wasn't a demand either.
A statement. An offer. A happy medium.
She could get used to that.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:14 am
Cesc was grateful for Anya's extra touch, but he had no illusions about it -- physical interaction was still not the spider queen's cup of tea, regardless of how genuine her desire to initiate it was. He freed her from it, sliding his hand away to re-fold the afghan and hold it against his cheek for a brief moment, feeling the softness of the yarn against him.
She should sell them, he thought. Those and her dresses -- she should open a boutique online, where she wouldn't have to deal with people but could take orders and make what she wanted. Extra money doing what she loved. He wondered if the idea had ever crossed her mind.
He was pulled back into the present with some surprise as Anya spoke. Leaving? He had no intention of leaving until he'd tired her out, and he didn't believe he had done so just yet.
"Hm? Oh -- I'm not going anywhere," the stag said with a smile, just faintly teasing. "I just got here. And I've got a few months I want to catch up on." He lifted the afghan. "And I just have the means here to make myself comfortable, too."
Cesc settled back, watching Anya with a long-absent brightness in his eyes.
"So, tell me..." he began.
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