He grins, and--a little bit of tension had crept into him--the normal sort, first, that comes of being tickled--and then a little more at the direction this conversation, pleasant though it is, might turn--but then it doesn't, and her hands are resting still upon him, and Darras relaxes that much more as he grins up at her.
The sunlight in Antiva is always more golden than it is in Kirkwall. Or maybe that's romance talking. Even if that's so, the sunlight is golden now, and makes a kind of halo around Yseult's head, shocks her hair with strands of copper and warmth. Darras puts his hands on top of hers, pressing her palms into his chest.
"That'll never happen, but you can remind me all the same. I'll like to hear you talking." He rubs his thumbs against the backs of her hands, the peaks and valleys of her knuckles and the fine bones under her freckled skin. "I used to survive, and maybe I survived well, but I wouldn't say perfectly. And I could put off the anguish knowing it would end. Remember when we were here and you didn't speak to me for a day and a half? That was torment. And over nothing."
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Date: 2022-02-27 01:15 am (UTC)The sunlight in Antiva is always more golden than it is in Kirkwall. Or maybe that's romance talking. Even if that's so, the sunlight is golden now, and makes a kind of halo around Yseult's head, shocks her hair with strands of copper and warmth. Darras puts his hands on top of hers, pressing her palms into his chest.
"That'll never happen, but you can remind me all the same. I'll like to hear you talking." He rubs his thumbs against the backs of her hands, the peaks and valleys of her knuckles and the fine bones under her freckled skin. "I used to survive, and maybe I survived well, but I wouldn't say perfectly. And I could put off the anguish knowing it would end. Remember when we were here and you didn't speak to me for a day and a half? That was torment. And over nothing."