[every single time he pulled that stunt in the past, it received the same reaction. this is the first time it doesn't earn a bewildered scowl and a scoff. this time, grey eyes follow her hand as he lifts it higher, and this time the chain cinched tight around her heart loosens. it's proof that under each and every feather, he's still the same doctor who happily followed her into the south for sightseeing and research. it made sense to simply bring him along at the time - some plants wouldn't have survived the journey back north. she just didn't expect things to turn out the way they did. was it strange? of course. but would she change it?
...it's doubtful. just because she was married once before and has no interest in that sort of life again doesn't mean she has to deprive herself of affection. with julian and whatever they've got (or had?) is... enjoyable.
the proof is in the way morga pulls her hand from his grip when he lowers it, and when she lifts it to press her palm against his cheek? she doesn't leave room for argument. little touches like this were still foreign to her and left morga with a lingering sense of uncertainty, but never let it be said that she wasn't human. sometimes she was a monster. sometimes a heartless one on the battlefield. but behind closed doors or — er, the privacy of the forest — she could allow herself to be tender. plus it's not as if anyone else would believe what they'd see if someone happened upon them.]
Hm. I'll rephrase it, then. Providing he isn't a threat in your natural lifetime... Would you sit here in the woods like a babe? Or stand and hold your head high knowing that he was so weak that he couldn't keep you locked in a cage for as long as he thought?
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...it's doubtful. just because she was married once before and has no interest in that sort of life again doesn't mean she has to deprive herself of affection. with julian and whatever they've got (or had?) is... enjoyable.
the proof is in the way morga pulls her hand from his grip when he lowers it, and when she lifts it to press her palm against his cheek? she doesn't leave room for argument. little touches like this were still foreign to her and left morga with a lingering sense of uncertainty, but never let it be said that she wasn't human. sometimes she was a monster. sometimes a heartless one on the battlefield. but behind closed doors or — er, the privacy of the forest — she could allow herself to be tender. plus it's not as if anyone else would believe what they'd see if someone happened upon them.]
Hm. I'll rephrase it, then. Providing he isn't a threat in your natural lifetime... Would you sit here in the woods like a babe? Or stand and hold your head high knowing that he was so weak that he couldn't keep you locked in a cage for as long as he thought?