[ The concession lingers in the space between them. His thumb stays against the delicate curve of her jaw. Even if Tseng isn't sure what to make of the smile that curves against his lips—so sure and effortlessly bright—he is sure to enjoy it. The clarity of his carefully maintained distance seems to erode quicker the longer they remain in this quiet intimacy. It's hard to recognize the inevitable messiness of this when she's tucked so neatly against his side. He feels his own silence as something too weighty.
Her musing is rhetorical, he knows that, but Aerith's expression dares him to engage anyway. There's something undeniably inviting in her gaze, and something that unmistakably accepts in the way his hand drifts from her jaw before letting it fall once more to her shoulder.
Tseng pulls back, just enough to meet her gaze properly. His eyes flicker down to where the blanket pools over their legs, then back up. He tilts his head slightly as if to clear a sudden thought, and only ends up leaning into her palm. His thumb continues a path along the curve of her arm. ] It's generous of you to assume it isn't both. [ What, with them both being so indulgent. ]
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Date: 2025-04-08 04:32 pm (UTC)Her musing is rhetorical, he knows that, but Aerith's expression dares him to engage anyway. There's something undeniably inviting in her gaze, and something that unmistakably accepts in the way his hand drifts from her jaw before letting it fall once more to her shoulder.
Tseng pulls back, just enough to meet her gaze properly. His eyes flicker down to where the blanket pools over their legs, then back up. He tilts his head slightly as if to clear a sudden thought, and only ends up leaning into her palm. His thumb continues a path along the curve of her arm. ] It's generous of you to assume it isn't both. [ What, with them both being so indulgent. ]