[ Iona's hair tickles at his neck, rests softly under his chin and warms the space between his ear and jaw. She smells like sunshine and baked goods; such a sharp contrast to everything about this city, with all its grease and cogs and wheels.
There's something about her that feels precious. Raw. Like reaching inside a machine and finding a robin's egg; a vibrant life nestled between moving parts.
He doesn't deserve her, he thinks, even when she says that she likes him. Even so, he breathes a half-chuckle through his nose. ]
Do you?
[ It scares him, that she's so genuine. He can reject her, and she'd still tell him that she likes him— it makes him afraid of hurting her.
Still, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. ] I appreciate that you're audacious enough to say so.
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There's something about her that feels precious. Raw. Like reaching inside a machine and finding a robin's egg; a vibrant life nestled between moving parts.
He doesn't deserve her, he thinks, even when she says that she likes him. Even so, he breathes a half-chuckle through his nose. ]
Do you?
[ It scares him, that she's so genuine. He can reject her, and she'd still tell him that she likes him— it makes him afraid of hurting her.
Still, he's waiting for the other shoe to drop. ] I appreciate that you're audacious enough to say so.
[ Translation: "I like you too". ]