[ It may not necessarily be true that he trusts her - he offers her some measure of it, some understanding that she doesn't yet intend to kill him, that his machinations to earn her trust and favour had worked. The same song and dance of his body being used to earn safety isn't something he'd ever be comfortable discussing aloud, but it had worked here - even as he now wishes that it might not have. His genuine affection for her is growing, and his heart feels a touch heavy for it.
Her body is warm beside him, a stark contrast to his own cool skin, and when she leans close he feels... Happy. It's wretched.
Their quiet moments are that - quiet, and tender, and almost romantic, if one ignores the impending doom and the danger that comes hand in hand with it, the knowledge that if they're not swift nor careful then the tadpoles rolling around in their brains might take control and transform them into hideous beasts. Not only is he far too pretty for that, but he is too busy enjoying his newfound freedom: he doesn't want to lose it now.
Turning his head, his lips twitch into a smile. ]
I think the night brings it out in me. It's familiar territory.
[ His hand lifts, stroking gently through her hair. ]
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Her body is warm beside him, a stark contrast to his own cool skin, and when she leans close he feels... Happy. It's wretched.
Their quiet moments are that - quiet, and tender, and almost romantic, if one ignores the impending doom and the danger that comes hand in hand with it, the knowledge that if they're not swift nor careful then the tadpoles rolling around in their brains might take control and transform them into hideous beasts. Not only is he far too pretty for that, but he is too busy enjoying his newfound freedom: he doesn't want to lose it now.
Turning his head, his lips twitch into a smile. ]
I think the night brings it out in me. It's familiar territory.
[ His hand lifts, stroking gently through her hair. ]
Comfortable.