[The moment he opens his eyes, Ilsa’s hand in his hair seizes up. For a moment, as her mind registers what she’s doing and the fact that he’s awake while she’s doing it, all she can do is stare right back into those blue eyes of his, so much closer than she remembers them being now that their open and gazing up at her, and looking just as confused as she feels.
What is she doing!? What the hell was she thinking, getting this up close and personal with Eustace!?
Her whole face turns the deepest shade of red that could put the colour of her eyes to shame, and she suddenly snaps back with an awkward cross between a frantic gasp and a yelp escaping her.]
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What is she doing!? What the hell was she thinking, getting this up close and personal with Eustace!?
Her whole face turns the deepest shade of red that could put the colour of her eyes to shame, and she suddenly snaps back with an awkward cross between a frantic gasp and a yelp escaping her.]
Ah—! I wasn’t looking at anything!
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