( she'd left her diary at home, and whilst it would have been a lovely piece of literature to read whilst she was sat there it was particularly more complicated now with multiple doctor's there. too dangerous.
besides, she had lied and told him she didn't have it. oops?
but there's enough to see as she sits and waits for him, knowing when he turns up without having to check that he's late. it's him, of course he's late )
Now just what time do you call this?
( though it's a little fonder than a real admonishment, her smiling as she sees him and-- )
Did you--? ( she's got to stand up now to get a better look ) You did. Oh, for me? You romantic.
( she's absolutely talking about the hair. she knows effort when she sees it )
( her hand easily slips into his, a smile that's more of a promise than anything else. the secret of his hair is safe, the gesture tucked between her hearts, loved )
So, where shall we start first? I've heard rumours about some of the shops here that would have made bow tie blush.
( of course she's nicknamed them. she's met so many, got to keep them straight )
As though you'd need the help. [ He says it with a smirk, but his hand tightens in hers and his gaze is desperately tender. ] So, you want to see what it takes for this face?
[ He could just ask if she's seen him blush before, as he suspects, but he knows she won't say. She's infuriatingly good at keeping the important secrets. ]
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besides, she had lied and told him she didn't have it. oops?
but there's enough to see as she sits and waits for him, knowing when he turns up without having to check that he's late. it's him, of course he's late )
Now just what time do you call this?
( though it's a little fonder than a real admonishment, her smiling as she sees him and-- )
Did you--? ( she's got to stand up now to get a better look ) You did. Oh, for me? You romantic.
( she's absolutely talking about the hair. she knows effort when she sees it )
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It's one thing, for her to say she knows him after all. It's another to really experience it.
He raises his left hand, and the gemstone of his ring catches the sunlight as he reaches for her, both awkwardly cautious and desperately yearning.
It's been so, so long. ]
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So, where shall we start first? I've heard rumours about some of the shops here that would have made bow tie blush.
( of course she's nicknamed them. she's met so many, got to keep them straight )
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[ He could just ask if she's seen him blush before, as he suspects, but he knows she won't say. She's infuriatingly good at keeping the important secrets. ]