His gaze drops to where she clasps his hand. His skin warms to her touch, and he does not move to relinquish her grasp. There are moments when he looks -- no, when he becomes human. Perhaps it is because she fears him, or perhaps it is because she does not.
Perhaps it is simply another facet of his mask. Perhaps it is not a mask at all. Certainly, when he lifts his gaze to hers again, the look in his eyes is as open and honest as she has ever seen.
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Date: 2013-08-01 04:13 am (UTC)Perhaps it is simply another facet of his mask. Perhaps it is not a mask at all. Certainly, when he lifts his gaze to hers again, the look in his eyes is as open and honest as she has ever seen.
'I look forward to it. Until then?'