[ And, as suddenly as he fell into character, he suddenly falls out of it; an abrupt transition that's only heralded by the exasperated rise of his brow and a return to his usual flippant self.
He hardly wastes time, once it comes down to the wire. He cranes forward with one hand braced on the table, and the other moves to scoot Iona back closer towards him by looping around her waist and pulling inwards.
[HA, she's way more amused than she should be by the fact that she made him exasperated. So when he pulls her closer, Iona puts her hands on his shoulders, letting out a laugh and shaking her head.]
[ What was he expecting, he wonders. Compliance? Embarrassment? Mortification?
Whatever it was, it wasn't that: not the soft touch of her lips to his skin for a fleeting second, or her sly smile looking down at him from her perch on the table.
[ He says, amidst a sweep of his jacket against the floor and a smile as wide as it is fabricated: ] Always.
[ It annoys him to no end, that he's let her rattle him like this— it's not in his character to be swayed by gestures, and that thought annoys him more than he can articulate.
But, of course, he doesn't show that in his expression, and only smiles before showing Iona his back. ]
no subject
[ And, as suddenly as he fell into character, he suddenly falls out of it; an abrupt transition that's only heralded by the exasperated rise of his brow and a return to his usual flippant self.
He hardly wastes time, once it comes down to the wire. He cranes forward with one hand braced on the table, and the other moves to scoot Iona back closer towards him by looping around her waist and pulling inwards.
What was that about being all talk, again? ]
We've gotten very far. Now, do close your eyes.
1/2
Hell yeah, I'm making you fight for it.
Which is why...
no subject
... You're only getting that.
1/2
Whatever it was, it wasn't that: not the soft touch of her lips to his skin for a fleeting second, or her sly smile looking down at him from her perch on the table.
For a second, he's speechless. Finally. ]
no subject
This cafe has terrible service.
no subject
[Iona does, however, look pleased with herself and she sits back with crossed arms and a smile that is dangerously close to being smug.]
no subject
[ He says, amidst a sweep of his jacket against the floor and a smile as wide as it is fabricated: ] Always.
[ It annoys him to no end, that he's let her rattle him like this— it's not in his character to be swayed by gestures, and that thought annoys him more than he can articulate.
But, of course, he doesn't show that in his expression, and only smiles before showing Iona his back. ]