[Ilsa’s eyes linger on his ear when it twitches, and she’s almost tempted to do it again—to see what would happen if she touched it just a little more firmly. She doesn’t, not wanting to wake him, and Valo watching her suddenly makes her very, very aware of those thoughts, so she instead sits down at the edge of the bed beside him.
There’s silence, the room... her whole house going quiet, oddly so after all of the chaos from earlier that morning. It’s not a bad kind, and she’s feeling rather thankful for it, but it does make her pause to think when all of those thoughts and memories come rushing forward again.
Things that she’s trying so hard to suppress instead.
To distract herself, she continues to watch Eustace, adjusting the cloth on his head when it starts to slip or brushing away the hair on his face when it falls in a slightly awkward way. She can’t help think about how innocent he looks like this—how the strong, stoic man that she knows could become so harmless when he’s asleep. It’s... cute...
And as that thought occurs to her and turns her cheeks a bright shade of pink, she catches sight of the light scarring around his covered eye. He always keeps it concealed behind his hair, and she knows very little of the nature behind its injury... But...
Leaning forward over him, ignoring the odd stare that Valo is giving her, Ilsa pushes back that side of his hair to look. The scars are light and faded but still visible under a careful, observant gaze, and she leans in just a little closer to get a look. Close enough that her hair tickles his face as it tumbles over her shoulder...
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[Ilsa’s eyes linger on his ear when it twitches, and she’s almost tempted to do it again—to see what would happen if she touched it just a little more firmly. She doesn’t, not wanting to wake him, and Valo watching her suddenly makes her very, very aware of those thoughts, so she instead sits down at the edge of the bed beside him.
There’s silence, the room... her whole house going quiet, oddly so after all of the chaos from earlier that morning. It’s not a bad kind, and she’s feeling rather thankful for it, but it does make her pause to think when all of those thoughts and memories come rushing forward again.
Things that she’s trying so hard to suppress instead.
To distract herself, she continues to watch Eustace, adjusting the cloth on his head when it starts to slip or brushing away the hair on his face when it falls in a slightly awkward way. She can’t help think about how innocent he looks like this—how the strong, stoic man that she knows could become so harmless when he’s asleep. It’s... cute...
And as that thought occurs to her and turns her cheeks a bright shade of pink, she catches sight of the light scarring around his covered eye. He always keeps it concealed behind his hair, and she knows very little of the nature behind its injury... But...
Leaning forward over him, ignoring the odd stare that Valo is giving her, Ilsa pushes back that side of his hair to look. The scars are light and faded but still visible under a careful, observant gaze, and she leans in just a little closer to get a look. Close enough that her hair tickles his face as it tumbles over her shoulder...