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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | The Oracle ([personal profile] sacredrites) wrote in [community profile] pastorella 2017-01-19 08:41 am (UTC)

[ He's close enough to reach out and touch - to hold onto and lean against for support. But, she doesn't. She can't. Not whilst in polite company of the party and certainly not with a stranger, even if the temptation is strong. ]

A daemon attack would be impossible within the safety of the city. [ Even as she says it, the more plausible it sounds. It tightens something in the pit of her stomach, taking a moment to compose herself as she fails to swallow back a hiss of pain at the movement. His touch is surprisingly gentle, yes, but she is also more sensitive than she should be.

She takes a breath and the urge she'd tampered back resurfaces. She reaches out, a hand falling on his side as he finishes refastening her necklace. Her head moves to rest against his shoulder, allowing him further access to the back of her neck. It's inappropriate, but by the gods, it's nice. This is the most secure she's felt in a long time and given how uncertain her future was... Sometimes it was best to take comfort in some of the smallest things in life. ]


No, not yet. I need to speak with the King before any other arrangements are made. I cannot be missing from the party long enough for someone to notice. [ Of course she worries about appearances rather than her own well being, though as she speaks she's not pulling away. Even if she should. And it's probably for the best as her body slumps slightly before she can find her footing. ] I just... I just need a moment to gather myself.

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