[ cute!! the thought crosses his mind to boop her nose, the playful urge tugging at him like a child drawn to a particularly tantalising prank. But he stops himself, the ghost of a knowing smirk playing at his lips. He's well aware of what he's doing—pushing their boundaries just enough to see her cheeks pinken, but not so far as to risk ruining the moment entirely.
A little restraint, after all, goes a long way. ]
What wise words. But if I had to make a modification, I wouldn't make it sound so solitary. Sure, we're all the captains of our own ship, but crews are never comprised of a single person; isn't that the difference between commandeering a sailboat and a full-fledged ship? Without our first officer, our navigator, our engineer, and the rest of our seamen, we'd never reach any worthwhile destination on our own. And, there's no shame about that.
[ Then, it's instinctive, more than anything, the way he reacts when she takes his hand by the wrist. His body moves almost reflexively, twisting his arm at an angle, and his fingers close around hers with a firm, steady grip. The touch is brief, but it holds a certain strength, a silent acknowledgement of her own words. After a heartbeat, he lets go, returning their hands to their sides with the same calm composure. ]
… Uh huh. I will. In ways, I already have. So, you needn't worry about me so incessantly. Crews aren't meant to consist of just two people either—so I hope you continue to cherish each of your bonds just as deeply.
[ leaning back now, ]
Don't let your arguments run for so long again, yeah? [ the burlap sack won't be there next time. ]
For the record, I wasn't thinking of a sailboat or a big ship or something like that. I was more or less describing a skiff. [ a soft laugh. ] But yeah, you're right. Wish that old hag had understood it from the beginning.
[ instead, the pequod had gone around and around in circles until its very demise thanks to its captain. ishmael was so close to ending up like her, only to be stopped just in time because of the very bonds she'd built on the bus. and it's something that she'll forever hold on to, like the ropes that had saved her life that day.
another bout of silence fills the air, which perplexes her somewhat. she's usually capable of speaking her mind, but elysium has an uncanny way of seeing right through her that she can't help but hold up her walls in self-defense anyway. regardless, she swallows her trepidation down and makes herself smile. after all, he seemed to like the gift she'd gotten him. ]
Anyway, you probably have other people to deliver gifts to, so I'm gonna leave you to it.
[ the door slides open behind her. ]
...I'll see you around?
[ yet that odd feeling of uncertainty remains. it's probably nothing. ]
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A little restraint, after all, goes a long way. ]
What wise words. But if I had to make a modification, I wouldn't make it sound so solitary. Sure, we're all the captains of our own ship, but crews are never comprised of a single person; isn't that the difference between commandeering a sailboat and a full-fledged ship? Without our first officer, our navigator, our engineer, and the rest of our seamen, we'd never reach any worthwhile destination on our own. And, there's no shame about that.
[ Then, it's instinctive, more than anything, the way he reacts when she takes his hand by the wrist. His body moves almost reflexively, twisting his arm at an angle, and his fingers close around hers with a firm, steady grip. The touch is brief, but it holds a certain strength, a silent acknowledgement of her own words. After a heartbeat, he lets go, returning their hands to their sides with the same calm composure. ]
… Uh huh. I will. In ways, I already have. So, you needn't worry about me so incessantly. Crews aren't meant to consist of just two people either—so I hope you continue to cherish each of your bonds just as deeply.
[ leaning back now, ]
Don't let your arguments run for so long again, yeah? [ the burlap sack won't be there next time. ]
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nope, she's going to reach over and pinch at his cheek hard. ]
I still have to get you back for that. Asshole.
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For the record, I wasn't thinking of a sailboat or a big ship or something like that. I was more or less describing a skiff. [ a soft laugh. ] But yeah, you're right. Wish that old hag had understood it from the beginning.
[ instead, the pequod had gone around and around in circles until its very demise thanks to its captain. ishmael was so close to ending up like her, only to be stopped just in time because of the very bonds she'd built on the bus. and it's something that she'll forever hold on to, like the ropes that had saved her life that day.
another bout of silence fills the air, which perplexes her somewhat. she's usually capable of speaking her mind, but elysium has an uncanny way of seeing right through her that she can't help but hold up her walls in self-defense anyway. regardless, she swallows her trepidation down and makes herself smile. after all, he seemed to like the gift she'd gotten him. ]
Anyway, you probably have other people to deliver gifts to, so I'm gonna leave you to it.
[ the door slides open behind her. ]
...I'll see you around?
[ yet that odd feeling of uncertainty remains. it's probably nothing. ]