[ sitting as close as they are, she can tell the exact moment he lets out that breath. feeling his body lose some of that tension, like a house of cards toppling with the wind.
she doesn't glance back at him save for a lingering look at the meticulous way he winds his thread, fingers precise in a way that speaks of a deftness that has absolutely nothing to do with doll-making, but a skill reworked to something more delicate anyway. with care.
her lips fold over the rounded end of the cigar, made damp by the heat of their mouths. each puff a cloud of smoke, a wistful thought. blanc had had intuition too. almost eerie, like a superpower. in the end he had trusted in his, and it had saved her. if only she'd trusted in her own from the start. ]
I don't think I know that word the way you mean it. [ she looks at him finally, licking the earthy taste from her lips. ] Envoy.
[ even in her attempt to mimic his tone, it still lacks the weight that his hand, speaking of a context she isn't yet privy to. ]
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she doesn't glance back at him save for a lingering look at the meticulous way he winds his thread, fingers precise in a way that speaks of a deftness that has absolutely nothing to do with doll-making, but a skill reworked to something more delicate anyway. with care.
her lips fold over the rounded end of the cigar, made damp by the heat of their mouths. each puff a cloud of smoke, a wistful thought. blanc had had intuition too. almost eerie, like a superpower. in the end he had trusted in his, and it had saved her. if only she'd trusted in her own from the start. ]
I don't think I know that word the way you mean it. [ she looks at him finally, licking the earthy taste from her lips. ] Envoy.
[ even in her attempt to mimic his tone, it still lacks the weight that his hand, speaking of a context she isn't yet privy to. ]