[ She smooths her fingers over it as she ever does: mapping, tracing, memorizing. ]
Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
[ Gentle as Angel and her words are, Petre still feels like he's being chastised, so he sulks accordingly. Eyes down, lips thinly pressed, curling his fingers into his palm. Yes, he's done those things, all because he resented Aoba for being so reticent, which caused a growing feedback or rejection, resentment, rejection. A ping-pong of tension that hadn't culminated in anything just yet. ]
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circumspector) wrote2016-03-14 03:55 pm
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Of course, you got it for me.
[ As if it were always as simple as that, but it's easily given, a moment where her head tilts and where he's doing up the clasp, she turns to brush her cheek against his fingers in affection.
Her words prickling in her to put it to him. ] Aoba's... different to us. He's very shut away. Sometimes I don't even think he knows how to talk to himself. [ Ha, ha, you're not funny Angel. ]
But people don't give themselves or trust for nothing. Not that I've ever seen. There has to be a mutual gain, right? Give him that and maybe it'll go differently. Show him, don't just say, that you're there for him. Like I do with you. [ She turns back to him, smiling, a cautious lift of her hand to brush against his hair. ] Do you understand what I'm saying? No one likes being called stupid, or being reminded that they might get eaten, or being dismissed. IF you give him reasons, he has more than enough of his own to try and trust you back.
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... I guess.
But I never said I'd eat him.