His hand near hers is irresistible. Immediately, fingers curl around leather and metal, rubbing warmth into the skin underneath. She is hungry for him; she cannot have him; she will take what she can get.
It's just touch, after all. It's just what has been denied her, since her instatement. How many long and sleepless nights had she wondered what she was missing, only to realize come dawn: where are all the people in my life?
Dead or masked, they cannot help her. Neither, truthfully, can Gabranth, but she thinks she can have something small to hide her need behind. She promises herself she will not weigh Gabranth down with it. A stolen moment, in private, holding his gloved hand; that can't be the end of him.
"I could eat," she says, still canny, revivified by good company. "Will you join me?" Said as grandly as though he is invited to some gala, some fine soiree.
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It's just touch, after all. It's just what has been denied her, since her instatement. How many long and sleepless nights had she wondered what she was missing, only to realize come dawn: where are all the people in my life?
Dead or masked, they cannot help her. Neither, truthfully, can Gabranth, but she thinks she can have something small to hide her need behind. She promises herself she will not weigh Gabranth down with it. A stolen moment, in private, holding his gloved hand; that can't be the end of him.
"I could eat," she says, still canny, revivified by good company. "Will you join me?" Said as grandly as though he is invited to some gala, some fine soiree.