All she can imagine now, as she has Eustace laying in her lap, is another woman in her place, some human woman named Dorothea—whatever the hell she looks like—massaging his ears, running her fingers through the soft fur and through his thick hair, touching his face, laughing and smiling with him...
She hardly notices that her face has started to turn red, or that her brow has furrowed with a deep, angry frown, or that her heart is pounding with terribly ugly, jealous feelings... only to snap out of it when Eustace slowly sits up. She feels his intense stare bearing down on her before she even looks at him, and she immediately regrets it when she notices how close he is to her...
And when he reaches up to touch one of her ears...
It flicks in his direction, tickled under his touch, and Ilsa's breath gets caught in a bubble in her throat.]
Wh...what are you doing?
[Her pulse quickens, and her breath will feel hot on his skin as she slowly turns to him, that ear tilting just so in the direction of his hand, even as she tries to will it away.]
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All she can imagine now, as she has Eustace laying in her lap, is another woman in her place, some human woman named Dorothea—whatever the hell she looks like—massaging his ears, running her fingers through the soft fur and through his thick hair, touching his face, laughing and smiling with him...
She hardly notices that her face has started to turn red, or that her brow has furrowed with a deep, angry frown, or that her heart is pounding with terribly ugly, jealous feelings... only to snap out of it when Eustace slowly sits up. She feels his intense stare bearing down on her before she even looks at him, and she immediately regrets it when she notices how close he is to her...
And when he reaches up to touch one of her ears...
It flicks in his direction, tickled under his touch, and Ilsa's breath gets caught in a bubble in her throat.]
Wh...what are you doing?
[Her pulse quickens, and her breath will feel hot on his skin as she slowly turns to him, that ear tilting just so in the direction of his hand, even as she tries to will it away.]