( elena isn't the kind of person to fidget. she carries herself with confidence, though not vanity or arrogance, but she feels comfortable in her skin. lately she fidgets. the urge to bite on her thumbnail is there, but she forces herself to keep her hands at her sides.
she finally sweeps her gaze upward, until it lands on him. she's all too aware of the raw power that courses through this man's veins. how easily he could snap her, and anyone he chooses, like a twig. and yet his hand was forced along with hers. it may be easier to say to herself that she does not care, but she does. she cares about all of this. it's possibly why there's only a moment of hesitation. just a moment, before she lowers herself down to sit.
just a bit of honey to her tea, and then she sits. )
... And Freya? ( purple hyacinths have been left at her door, and she didn't need ask. she knew who they were from. )
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she finally sweeps her gaze upward, until it lands on him. she's all too aware of the raw power that courses through this man's veins. how easily he could snap her, and anyone he chooses, like a twig. and yet his hand was forced along with hers. it may be easier to say to herself that she does not care, but she does. she cares about all of this. it's possibly why there's only a moment of hesitation. just a moment, before she lowers herself down to sit.
just a bit of honey to her tea, and then she sits. )
... And Freya? ( purple hyacinths have been left at her door, and she didn't need ask. she knew who they were from. )