"It just means that there's something there," he murmured, assuming she understood what he meant. All of that nonsense about humanity and emotions and what they had been told...
Scar's hands came to cup her cheeks, though it was really more like cradling her whole head, given their relative sizes.
Her hands ended up coming to rest on his chest, palms flat. She knew what he meant, and was grateful he'd said it. Lust had a number of doubts and questions regarding who she was, but the what no longer plagued her. Whatever biology she may have possessed at any given time, she was and had always been just a woman.
It didn't matter what that vile woman had tried to sell her as truth. Perhaps her feelings were stronger and harder to ignore or push away now, but they'd always existed. She'd feared that he'd never be able to see that, to look past the strange circumstances of her existence and just accept her as a woman.
Scar's eyes softened when she, yet again, found a way to explain things in a way that wasn't entirely normal but made sense in her odd little way. He was silent for another moment, feeling as though he had filled his limit for conversation like this for the night.
"It's probably ready. We can sit at the table or in the living room. I sometimes watch the late night movies, when I can't sleep." They tended to be inoffensive and end on a positive note, and pleasant enough to stare at when her mind refused to settle into tiredness.
"Living room." Scar hadn't come inside just to sit on a kitchen chair when there was a couch one room over, and she had mentioned television. so maybe she wanted to watch. He finally drew away to let her tend to the tea.
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Scar's hands came to cup her cheeks, though it was really more like cradling her whole head, given their relative sizes.
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Her hands ended up coming to rest on his chest, palms flat. She knew what he meant, and was grateful he'd said it. Lust had a number of doubts and questions regarding who she was, but the what no longer plagued her. Whatever biology she may have possessed at any given time, she was and had always been just a woman.
It didn't matter what that vile woman had tried to sell her as truth. Perhaps her feelings were stronger and harder to ignore or push away now, but they'd always existed. She'd feared that he'd never be able to see that, to look past the strange circumstances of her existence and just accept her as a woman.
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"How long does the tea take?" Such tact.
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