[ alina takes the kefta from him, folds it over her arm. there's something familiar and comforting about the gesture. it is deceptively reassuring. nothing is as it was that morning, yet she can't help the tiny ache that wants to return to it.
she hangs the kefta on one of the hooks in an open locker. ]
The tunic and shirt too.
[ heat prickles her cheeks. it is one thing to progressively disrobe while pawing at one another in the moment. another to demand it when they're standing plainly apart, when she's not interested in letting him touch her. she had already seen him naked in the baths. it shouldn't be suggestive. but it is. and even as her chest grows lighter, something sits heavy as poison in her gut.
in a way, it is insidious. so she doesn't acknowledge the statement. only makes her quick demand. ]
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she hangs the kefta on one of the hooks in an open locker. ]
The tunic and shirt too.
[ heat prickles her cheeks. it is one thing to progressively disrobe while pawing at one another in the moment. another to demand it when they're standing plainly apart, when she's not interested in letting him touch her. she had already seen him naked in the baths. it shouldn't be suggestive. but it is. and even as her chest grows lighter, something sits heavy as poison in her gut.
in a way, it is insidious. so she doesn't acknowledge the statement. only makes her quick demand. ]