It feels a little like being caught red handed, hand in the cookie jar. He is a very attractive elf, a very attractive person, and he more than knows it. Knows a lot about a lot of things, probably - in the grand scheme of an elf's lifespan, what are her twenty-plus years if not a blip?
She can tell the minute his question turns pointed, and feels embarrassed for a moment. She should be better at hiding this, too. Nevermind that others are finding love (or at the very least kinky sex in the ruins of a church), she's surely not allowed. Least of all, to find something nice, for herself alone, in the middle of the Shadow Cursed Land.
The fact that she blushes feels like a betrayal to herself, and she feels scrubbed raw for a moment. Nothing to do with the wounds now.
She swallows a knot in her throat, and raises her gaze to his, defiant for a change. "What do you want?"
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She can tell the minute his question turns pointed, and feels embarrassed for a moment. She should be better at hiding this, too. Nevermind that others are finding love (or at the very least kinky sex in the ruins of a church), she's surely not allowed. Least of all, to find something nice, for herself alone, in the middle of the Shadow Cursed Land.
The fact that she blushes feels like a betrayal to herself, and she feels scrubbed raw for a moment. Nothing to do with the wounds now.
She swallows a knot in her throat, and raises her gaze to his, defiant for a change. "What do you want?"