[ And yet this time it's her who's caught off guard. Only an extreme force of will keeps Aradia from glancing at him in surprise herself, or from starting. Never would she have expected him to reach out to her, like that, she knew when she touched him on their date that he wasn't used to it and that was all right.
And she'd thought, maybe, that he'd still hold a grudge from the theater. ]
Ok, but you'd have to give me some time to think up an appropriately demonstrative gesture of deservedness.
[ She thinks- she does what she thinks he wants, and carefully threads her fingers through his, and takes his hand. Has she even held anybody's hand since before she died? Aradia can't remember, but it seems right to feel his skin so cold, compared to the lowblooded heat she churns out, her life burning up so quickly. At least before she became a god herself. ]
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And she'd thought, maybe, that he'd still hold a grudge from the theater. ]
Ok, but you'd have to give me some time to think up an appropriately demonstrative gesture of deservedness.
[ She thinks- she does what she thinks he wants, and carefully threads her fingers through his, and takes his hand. Has she even held anybody's hand since before she died? Aradia can't remember, but it seems right to feel his skin so cold, compared to the lowblooded heat she churns out, her life burning up so quickly. At least before she became a god herself. ]