bludhavensbluebird:

     There’s a moment between them, brief but it’s there and for those few seconds the silence is doing a lot of talking. He’s close enough that he could close the space between them with a kiss, a possibility he hasn’t really had since the Ball and just like the Ball, the timing is off. There’s a time for everything and where she would have punched him for it then, now if he did it he’d look like he was ignoring everything she said. It means too much to him that she’d be open with him for him to throw that all away and besides, sometimes a shoulder to lean on is more effective anyway –even if that shoulder is wrapped up in a sling. It’s something he’s noticed, how often she expects him to RUN, turn around and tell her she isn’t worth the trouble. He has to wonder how many people have done that to her despite his inability to comprehend how they could. It’s a side to her he’s never seen before, a shy one almost and it makes him realize how much he wants to get to know every other  side of her too: the girl who laughs, who probably gets excited when she solves a problem correctly, even the one who yelled at him in the middle of a dance floor.  ❛And what if I told you I liked you all the same? It doesn’t make a difference to me.❜ Eyes soften, the barest hints of a smile playing at his lips.  ❛And I’d like if you stayed too, dignity and all.❜ 

    At his redirection of her nervous phrasing she offered a whole smile that pushed up her cheeks and even showed in her eyes coupled so handsomely with a near crushing of his hand. The more secure she felt the tighter she gripped the hand that was offered to her and at this rate and the way he was looking at her he might just have another hand down by the end of the day. She was in no way delicate despite how petite, she’d not only revealed her origins to him but snorted in front of him and still he looked at her the way he did. It was hypnotic and she could have fallen into it if she wasn’t careful. Which was why it was with purpose she re-entered the conversation ready to tease, “Falling on your head must have done you some good Dick Grayson.” The awareness of the quip brought about allowed for her hand to loosen a bit of embarrassment in how tight she’d grabbed at him after just admitting she had hated him only a while ago. “It sure made a mess of you anyway. Maybe I should wait ‘til tomorrow to ask again.” She said, the hand that was now free wandering to tuck a stray hair back into the swoop she imagined he cultivated extensively. The smile still lingered despite how she fell back into making fun of him and she found it had not dawned on her how close they were until her fingers were curled in his hair and she could feel his breath on her skin. “So…if you feel the same, does that mean if I kissed you you’d still be the happiest jerk in the room?”  She closed in and her hooked finger found itself under his chin, tilting it up so she might lay a kiss on him and find the answer to her question before he could answer.

Mar 12 23:48 ( ♥ 18 )