Her eyes narrow, suddenly and abruptly lost, with a trickle running down her spine like so much ice water. That's right. Sometimes it's easy to forget that there are a few ghosts in this city beyond those she knows, that a stopped heart can easily be brought to beat again in Darrow.
Maybe that's why she reaches out, hand closing around his jacket until it spills from her hands like wrapping paper. It's an awkward fit, with him on his bike and her practically leaning against it to get close enough, bridging the gap with a slight hop. The hand in his shirt shakes from the effort, and her free arm snakes easily around his neck as she leans in, soft lips pressed against a rougher pair.
She doesn't realize how closely she's pressed until she feels his shadow rough against her skin, then releases his shirt to run the side of her palm along the line of his jaw.
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Date: 2013-09-12 04:20 am (UTC)Maybe that's why she reaches out, hand closing around his jacket until it spills from her hands like wrapping paper. It's an awkward fit, with him on his bike and her practically leaning against it to get close enough, bridging the gap with a slight hop. The hand in his shirt shakes from the effort, and her free arm snakes easily around his neck as she leans in, soft lips pressed against a rougher pair.
She doesn't realize how closely she's pressed until she feels his shadow rough against her skin, then releases his shirt to run the side of her palm along the line of his jaw.