[ a sudden spike of hesitation spears her insides, watching the shock flash across yelena's expression like a thunderbolt through clear skies. for the sake of sparing herself from rejection, she gives a quick thought to retreating away from the line she's so clearly toed across, a boundary she's pushed —
until yelena's agreement pops through that bubble of insecurity. alina's eyelashes flicker with a dumbstruck blink, a mirror of yelena's previous surprise — a clear sign that alina is unused to wielding her own boldness. something like relief overtakes her mouth, snapping shut from where it had fallen slightly agape, as a nervous giggle fizzes out of her mouth.
wisely, she doesn't say that's it? truthfully, she would let yelena braid her hair at any time, but — ]
Alright. [ she doesn't take the first step into yelena's space, doesn't barrel across that threshold, letting yelena come to her in her own time. the invitation is still there like an open door between them, regardless; alina's fingers fiddle with the end of yelena's braid before they find their way to other woman's face, tucking a stray strand of blonde behind her ear. with an endeared twitch of her nose, she teases: ] But your kiss better be as good as your braidwork.
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until yelena's agreement pops through that bubble of insecurity. alina's eyelashes flicker with a dumbstruck blink, a mirror of yelena's previous surprise — a clear sign that alina is unused to wielding her own boldness. something like relief overtakes her mouth, snapping shut from where it had fallen slightly agape, as a nervous giggle fizzes out of her mouth.
wisely, she doesn't say that's it? truthfully, she would let yelena braid her hair at any time, but — ]
Alright. [ she doesn't take the first step into yelena's space, doesn't barrel across that threshold, letting yelena come to her in her own time. the invitation is still there like an open door between them, regardless; alina's fingers fiddle with the end of yelena's braid before they find their way to other woman's face, tucking a stray strand of blonde behind her ear. with an endeared twitch of her nose, she teases: ] But your kiss better be as good as your braidwork.