Wanting is weakness and he fully expected it to fall away as soon as the magic from the station washed over him, when his own Small Science vanished, leaving him feeling too cold and too empty.
But looking down in to her pretty face, to the fall of dark hair down her back and the glimmer of pale skin at the base of her throat, he doesn't feel... that.
Not when his hands still tingle with the ghost of her, with the last lingering touch before they were whisked away from the station. Not when he can still taste her.]
Wishful thinking on your part, I'm sure.
[Deflecting from the all too obvious truth in her words, as he turns, and it's not running away, when he never expected to see her. When her voice and her words and her everything was all out on display like this and staying would mean taking a closer look at himself.
So, he walks away, leaving her to sit by the water- picture perfect and all too real.]
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Wanting is weakness and he fully expected it to fall away as soon as the magic from the station washed over him, when his own Small Science vanished, leaving him feeling too cold and too empty.
But looking down in to her pretty face, to the fall of dark hair down her back and the glimmer of pale skin at the base of her throat, he doesn't feel... that.
Not when his hands still tingle with the ghost of her, with the last lingering touch before they were whisked away from the station. Not when he can still taste her.]
Wishful thinking on your part, I'm sure.
[Deflecting from the all too obvious truth in her words, as he turns, and it's not running away, when he never expected to see her. When her voice and her words and her everything was all out on display like this and staying would mean taking a closer look at himself.
So, he walks away, leaving her to sit by the water- picture perfect and all too real.]