Sunshine's replying gesture, something of a bow, something of a curtsy despite not wearing a dress -
(...she wiped her tear-stained face on the hem of her dress, there in that ruined ballroom, a dress finer than anything she had ever owned. Hearts-blood red silk, cleverly sewn on the bias so that it clung around the low-cut bodice but swirled out in the ankle-length skirt to what feel like yards of material at the hem, draping over her awkward knees in drifts like something out of a Renaissance painting...)
- comes as naturally to her as drinking blood. Which is to say, it doesn't.
Nevertheless, the gesture is true, and honest, and respectful. He represents everything she fights against and everything she is drawn to; not to acknowledge whatever gravity-like force that binds them together would be to lie.
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"Nor have I."
Sunshine's replying gesture, something of a bow, something of a curtsy despite not wearing a dress -
(...she wiped her tear-stained face on the hem of her dress, there in that ruined ballroom, a dress finer than anything she had ever owned. Hearts-blood red silk, cleverly sewn on the bias so that it clung around the low-cut bodice but swirled out in the ankle-length skirt to what feel like yards of material at the hem, draping over her awkward knees in drifts like something out of a Renaissance painting...)
- comes as naturally to her as drinking blood. Which is to say, it doesn't.
Nevertheless, the gesture is true, and honest, and respectful. He represents everything she fights against and everything she is drawn to; not to acknowledge whatever gravity-like force that binds them together would be to lie.
And neither of them do that.