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[rinwell]

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[rinwell]

[ Of all the reactions Rinwell could have anticipated, that. That wasn't one of them. Her hands freeze in place, caught between folds of fabric and the planes of his upper torso, and maybe the reality of what she's doing (—how firm he feels beneath her palms, the catch, rise and fall of his chest—), what they are doing (taking turns toeing a metaphorical line now physically bordered by a towel), is beginning to sink in a little.

Oh, I-I'm not cold, believe me.

She lets out a shaky breath in reply, not sure if she's trying to smile or laugh, or try to look— well— ]

Maybe you have a fever then, from being out in the rain.

[ —sure, Rinwell. Sure, let's go with that.

He's still staring at her so intently, and she finally lets her gaze lift above that collar bone she's been so intently fixated on. It is one thing to know the boy you like (Like, you Like him, and oh why is it now that that's really catching up with her) is a martial artist, to have seen him practice his forms nightly to stay in shape, to stay in absolute fighting trim. It is another to see that up close, to see how the splashes of colour play out across his skin, and—

Law runs fingers through her hair and everything seems to stop. She'd been growing it out, dark locks teasing well past her shoulders nowadays, but this weather? Reminds her why she kept it in a short bob to begin with. Right up until now, Law skirting past that unspoken boundary line started with the stupid towel and with stupid words and stupid clothes, and that tiny tiny oh from before, the one in the back of her head? ]

O-oh. [now who's red?] ..H-how long is always?

[counterattack]

Uh...

( how long is always? trying to think about it with her hands resting against his body and him suddenly overly conscious of every breath he takes in and out, his one hand on her shoulder, holding the top of that towel in place, the other stroking through the long ends of her hair just because he doesn't know what else to do with it yet, he can barely come up with an answer. it feels like always has just been literally always, but he knows for a fact it's not since the moment they met each other. you know. considering... what was going on when they met each other. it takes effort to think of it, which quickly morphs from the less pressing task of wondering how long he's wanted to stroke her hair back like that to the much, much more pressing one of trying to answer the question, when is the exact moment i fell in love with rinwell?

because then he has to contend with the thought (not for the first time, but still) that he even has those kinds of feelings, and he still doesn't really know what to do with them. obviously, because here he is how much longer later after that when, just now doing the thing he's been wanting to do all along. now who's red? him again. )

Since... ( his eyes jump to hers; he wets his lips, pursing them, and looks away. looks back again and keeps his gaze there, seemingly unabashed about the head-on eye contact, but really it feels like the force of will it takes to do is... intense. ) ...Since Niez, I think. After—y'know. Everything. When I saw your walls come down for the first time, that was when I wanted to.

( maybe that's not the happiest memory to bring up, and maybe that's a messed up time to suddenly catch feelings, but the heart wants what it wants and it don't wait for a good opportunity. )

And... I guess I've just wanted to ever since.

( this isn't just about the hair thing anymore. is it. (nope) )

[rinwell]

[ It's almost funny how the physical contact becomes background noise to the rising drum beat of her heart, the sound deafeningly loud in Rinwell's ears. She watches his face, watches his eyes shift away from her and tries to follow, because Law has never ever been able to hide how he feels from showing in them. Is this supposed to be a difficult question? She hadn't meant it to be, but that could count for so many things that have happened in both their lives.

(But really, there was always a slippery slope involved with that question, because Rinwell has never been very good at letting things lie with just one.) ]

Law..

[ Rinwell's not sure what kind of answer she was expecting, but it wasn't. It wasn't Niez. Because even now, that's a memory bound up in so many emotions, so many feelings tangled together, and even standing here years later, there's still curls of guilt that focus in the depths of her stomach to know what kind of person she'd been then, what sort of person she could have become.

Who she would have become, if not for the boy— no.

If not for the young man in front of her.

Her eyes are large and round, and there's a faint hitch to her breathing as her face burns in a similar shade to his own, as her mind helpfully points out just how long ago that was, and it's like the beginning of a mental puzzle suddenly lining up, disparate threads pulling together just so as it replays conversations in her head, and her mind puts several details together. ]

Then, that night on Daeq Faezol, before we went to Rena—

[ He tried to tell her then, didn't he?

Rinwell's the one who breaks the held gaze. There's no small part of her that wants to melt into the floor at just how absolutely blind she's been. However, looking down is a mistake, so brown eyes immediately diverting towards the fire, to the sight of their clothes strewn about. And she can feel something else unfurling too, a sense of better late than never that's almost giddy with new realisation that in spite of everything, this is still where they've ended up. Together.

Another wall is coming down, this time one that had been between them. ]