[ the tension in her hands is evident in her hold on the glass, that tightness in her knuckles palpable until she turns back to pour herself another drink. the liquid splashing into the glass is a strangely soothing sound and this time her hand doesn't shake. there's a methodicalness to him now, a calm as he performs the act of rolling up his sleeves. a part of her wants to call it a detachment but she knows he's never been more present than he is in this moment that he shares with her, one she doubts he's shared with very many other people besides - except will graham.
she picks up the glass again but doesn't drink from it, the hollow sound of her heels and the whisper of fabric against skin tracking her movement for him even if she can still feel his gaze on her. ]
He would have tried to blackmail you. To blackmail us.
[ a foolish attempt at gaining the upper hand, like wandering into the den when the lion is hungry and believing that he would re-emerge unscathed.
she sets the glass down. crosses the room to where he stands and idly reaches in to smooth over the rolled sleeve of his shirt across his arm. she does not look at him immediately, only lets her gaze trail upward after speaking again. ]
no subject
she picks up the glass again but doesn't drink from it, the hollow sound of her heels and the whisper of fabric against skin tracking her movement for him even if she can still feel his gaze on her. ]
He would have tried to blackmail you. To blackmail us.
[ a foolish attempt at gaining the upper hand, like wandering into the den when the lion is hungry and believing that he would re-emerge unscathed.
she sets the glass down. crosses the room to where he stands and idly reaches in to smooth over the rolled sleeve of his shirt across his arm. she does not look at him immediately, only lets her gaze trail upward after speaking again. ]
What would you have me do?