[ If she cordons off any portion of herself that she's offered, the ripples of response give no indicator: she nuzzles his wrist with an ease that comes with intimacy. She's never met a stranger. That much paints an obvious portrait of privilege, protection, a girl kept sweet enough that the harsh fires of life have yet to burn her edges. Of course, the two of them aren't strangers.
Romantic notions or not, Paul is heart of her heart. Stars in her galaxy spell out his name. She adores him. How easy it'd be to love him.
...but he is her friend, and such conflagration are natural. It wouldn't be the first time her pulse quickens around a companion; Uranus has the same effect whenever she throws her princess a crooked grin. Even Mars—
Serenity tilts enough that she can clutch his spare hand.
A voice lower than before, one she can hardly reconcile as her own, hugs the corners of their embrace: ]
What can I do to help you, Paul? Even if just for now?
i want to shake them both so they realize she's in love with him (+ everyone else)
Romantic notions or not, Paul is heart of her heart. Stars in her galaxy spell out his name. She adores him. How easy it'd be to love him.
...but he is her friend, and such conflagration are natural. It wouldn't be the first time her pulse quickens around a companion; Uranus has the same effect whenever she throws her princess a crooked grin. Even Mars—
Serenity tilts enough that she can clutch his spare hand.
A voice lower than before, one she can hardly reconcile as her own, hugs the corners of their embrace: ]
What can I do to help you, Paul? Even if just for now?