[Her head turns towards him, her bright blue eyes curious while her lip tilts into an uncertain frown.]
Turned to children? I- don't remember that. Was it before I woke up here? [She doesn't take her eyes away from him. Instead she slowly maps out the contours of his features, the tilt to his mouth and the depth and color in his eyes. She logs it all away, all useless information but noted and documented anyway. Like the way his hands move when he speaks or the natural straightening of his back when he's asked to defend his work.
All these little things.
Enis doesn't really understand it but they feel like something that's worth holding onto.
Her lips part as if she's about to speak, interrupt him and ask something else, but she doesn't. As uncertain as she is about her feelings, Enis isn't used to speaking up. She'll let the flow of conversation make its natural twists and turns but she's never spoken about how she feels, keeping everything locked up tight.
It's the only way she's been able to survive but she can feel Rhys chipping away at her walls. Bit by bit. Day by day.]
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Turned to children? I- don't remember that. Was it before I woke up here? [She doesn't take her eyes away from him. Instead she slowly maps out the contours of his features, the tilt to his mouth and the depth and color in his eyes. She logs it all away, all useless information but noted and documented anyway. Like the way his hands move when he speaks or the natural straightening of his back when he's asked to defend his work.
All these little things.
Enis doesn't really understand it but they feel like something that's worth holding onto.
Her lips part as if she's about to speak, interrupt him and ask something else, but she doesn't. As uncertain as she is about her feelings, Enis isn't used to speaking up. She'll let the flow of conversation make its natural twists and turns but she's never spoken about how she feels, keeping everything locked up tight.
It's the only way she's been able to survive but she can feel Rhys chipping away at her walls. Bit by bit. Day by day.]