smiling fondly as he guides her to her personal sanctuary, the library, fingers lacing together with his. a soft chuckle before she spoke softly, βyou just want to cuddle, donβt you?β
peeking at him from behind the rim of her coffee mug, blue hues never leaving his frame even as he moved closer. the comforting warmth of his calloused hand making way for him much like he had made himself comfortable in her heart.
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if you're not gonna bleed for me, go.
fingers find their way into his mossy green hair, raking though them with a soft touch. βyou want to read? sure, letβs go.β
confused, and just a little startled at first. it wasnβt common for the swordsman to show her much affection out of the blue, but she soon closed her eyes to enjoy it.
βi know what i donβt want us to be, and thatβs uncertain. life at sea is already unpredictable enough.β raising her gaze to meet his, her words clearer than when she had brought up the topic.
robin had a pretty good read on the little nuisances in the way he talked, his facial expressions,
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scoffing laughter escaped her at his words, perhaps he was clueless, or perhaps she had been expecting something entirely different from himββ set her expectations a little too high maybe. shaking her head a little, blues fixated on the dark liquid in her mug.
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and body language, but right now none of her observations seemed to be helpful.
sheβd found comfort in the quiet moments they often shared, heβd usually be snoring away while she curled up with a book. however, in this moment, the silence between them was making her stomach churn.