( it takes some self-control for wanda to not poke around in his head, the silences of this man she's just met a curious depth that she finds herself wanting to explore. maybe she just wants to connect with someone, and despite the rowdy start of this acquaintanceship, the flows and ebbs of their conversation makes her feel, for the most part, somewhere familiar.
but she doesn't, and finds herself instead following his hands as cassian, in the partial darkness, does what needs to be done to open up the beer bottles.
the pain on her nose, mostly forgotten, as is the melting ice on the towel that she's left behind inside the room.
she blinks a few times, looking up at him, as she grabs back at her bottle. his words are sympathetic towards her, but they don't diminish whatever pain she's bracing or putting out there; his words are kind, in wishing her a quieter place to live in, not treating it like a silly desire. )
Hm.
( there's no time for her words to draw forth, a the flickering of the lights and relieved hoots around them in the lodges brings forth what they had lost: the power is back. she looks at him properly now, narrow face and scruffy beard.
wanda shrugs a shoulder, brings the bottle up to her lips for a swig and turns to the side. )
I can hope. ( βthen makes a face, mostly at the beer, showing him the bottle as she takes a step backβ ) Tea's better. We should have that next time instead.
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but she doesn't, and finds herself instead following his hands as cassian, in the partial darkness, does what needs to be done to open up the beer bottles.
the pain on her nose, mostly forgotten, as is the melting ice on the towel that she's left behind inside the room.
she blinks a few times, looking up at him, as she grabs back at her bottle. his words are sympathetic towards her, but they don't diminish whatever pain she's bracing or putting out there; his words are kind, in wishing her a quieter place to live in, not treating it like a silly desire. )
Hm.
( there's no time for her words to draw forth, a the flickering of the lights and relieved hoots around them in the lodges brings forth what they had lost: the power is back. she looks at him properly now, narrow face and scruffy beard.
wanda shrugs a shoulder, brings the bottle up to her lips for a swig and turns to the side. )
I can hope. ( βthen makes a face, mostly at the beer, showing him the bottle as she takes a step backβ ) Tea's better. We should have that next time instead.