[ Her eyes remained down once he begins to speak, only glancing up at him once he begins to describe her. She doesn't think she's beautiful, though she wouldn't go so far to say she's ugly. Just average. Ordinary. Perhaps the one thing about her that is ordinary.
The plan was not to do confessions. She only wanted him to know what she felt she failed at sharing--and continues to fail at sharing. Though, it seems that Alan wants to return the notion. Not that she thinks he fails at expressing anything. Master wordsmith, author, writer, best selling novelist. They all mean the same thing: he can express himself. He's the exact opposite of her.
« How can he stand someone so opposite of him? »
That vulnerable and flustered look comes to her eyes.
I love you when you're being you. I'm not giving up. Maybe I was before, but- I won't. I'm not.
It makes her heart pound faster. Part of her worries that in the turn of a hat he'll be back to talking about giving up, or being too tired, and she has no idea how to keep him steady on one emotional path. Maybe there is no real way to do it and she's just hoping against something out of his control. It could be the scars left on him from the Dark Place.
She'll keep trying regardless. She doesn't give up on people.
This kiss she returns with absolutely no hesitation, unlike before when she stepped into the Writer's Room. His level of hunger is only matched by her own. The notions are not unfamiliar to her as they've experienced it before. Though, it may feel different for him now that he's awake. She can feel the difference in how he moves. He's quicker, more attentive, aware. It causes a particular shiver to move up her spine.
Part of her wants to lean into the kiss to the point where she is the one resting against him. Using him as support--as he wants to be for her. He's not strong enough to yet. She has to be the pillar of strength still. Around one constant they revolve.
It just makes her own need and hunger in the kiss grow. ]
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The plan was not to do confessions. She only wanted him to know what she felt she failed at sharing--and continues to fail at sharing. Though, it seems that Alan wants to return the notion. Not that she thinks he fails at expressing anything. Master wordsmith, author, writer, best selling novelist. They all mean the same thing: he can express himself. He's the exact opposite of her.
« How can he stand someone so opposite of him? »
That vulnerable and flustered look comes to her eyes.
I love you when you're being you. I'm not giving up. Maybe I was before, but- I won't. I'm not.
It makes her heart pound faster. Part of her worries that in the turn of a hat he'll be back to talking about giving up, or being too tired, and she has no idea how to keep him steady on one emotional path. Maybe there is no real way to do it and she's just hoping against something out of his control. It could be the scars left on him from the Dark Place.
She'll keep trying regardless. She doesn't give up on people.
This kiss she returns with absolutely no hesitation, unlike before when she stepped into the Writer's Room. His level of hunger is only matched by her own. The notions are not unfamiliar to her as they've experienced it before. Though, it may feel different for him now that he's awake. She can feel the difference in how he moves. He's quicker, more attentive, aware. It causes a particular shiver to move up her spine.
Part of her wants to lean into the kiss to the point where she is the one resting against him. Using him as support--as he wants to be for her. He's not strong enough to yet. She has to be the pillar of strength still. Around one constant they revolve.
It just makes her own need and hunger in the kiss grow. ]