[Her heart beats impossibly loud in her ears. It feels, for a moment, like she's standing on the edge of a cliff and teetering precariously. Will she fall? Will she--their relationship, this thing between them, whatever it is--survive it?
She wets her bottom lip searching for something to say. Her vocabulary isn't so limited anymore, but even still it doesn't hold the words she wants to convey-- everything. If they were in the sea, she's weave ocean flowers in his hair and ask his mother and oldest sister's permission, or maybe she'd go the old fashioned way and just kidnap him, fight an older sister for him. Maybe there'd be some biting involved. Maybe she'd sing.
But this is human (courtship? Could she call it that?) and she is clumsy. Her fingers release and clench at his shirt again. It isn't difficult to talk to him, but now it sure seems to be.
She allows herself to be drawn forward, pressing her cheek comfortably against his shoulder, breathing softly against his neck.]
Are you saying you are interested? [Because he couldn't leave bait out like that and not expect Oona to take it. Her tone is low and teasing, but she wishes she could follow it up with something more. Despite the earlier disclaimer--no kisses, bah!--Oona presses a kiss to his neck before nuzzling close like the cat he oft compared her to. Despite the slight pressure of tension that seems to hang in the air, she's quite comfortable.
Not that that's very surprising either, she supposes. She's always been comfortable around Adolf, even if right now she half-fears he might be able to feel her own pounding heart through her chest.]
I will do my best to make sure you never tire of me, though I suppose it would be hard to do so otherwise. Suppose I cause trouble. [But her tone is amused rather than petulant--she's completely aware that she causes him troubles in nearly all aspects of life. Mostly because, well, people don't take kindly to Oona's brand of brash honesty and working at a strip club doesn't really call in the nicest of clientele sometimes. But hey, it always worked out in the end, right??]
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She wets her bottom lip searching for something to say. Her vocabulary isn't so limited anymore, but even still it doesn't hold the words she wants to convey-- everything. If they were in the sea, she's weave ocean flowers in his hair and ask his mother and oldest sister's permission, or maybe she'd go the old fashioned way and just kidnap him, fight an older sister for him. Maybe there'd be some biting involved. Maybe she'd sing.
But this is human (courtship? Could she call it that?) and she is clumsy. Her fingers release and clench at his shirt again. It isn't difficult to talk to him, but now it sure seems to be.
She allows herself to be drawn forward, pressing her cheek comfortably against his shoulder, breathing softly against his neck.]
Are you saying you are interested? [Because he couldn't leave bait out like that and not expect Oona to take it. Her tone is low and teasing, but she wishes she could follow it up with something more. Despite the earlier disclaimer--no kisses, bah!--Oona presses a kiss to his neck before nuzzling close like the cat he oft compared her to. Despite the slight pressure of tension that seems to hang in the air, she's quite comfortable.
Not that that's very surprising either, she supposes. She's always been comfortable around Adolf, even if right now she half-fears he might be able to feel her own pounding heart through her chest.]
I will do my best to make sure you never tire of me, though I suppose it would be hard to do so otherwise. Suppose I cause trouble. [But her tone is amused rather than petulant--she's completely aware that she causes him troubles in nearly all aspects of life. Mostly because, well, people don't take kindly to Oona's brand of brash honesty and working at a strip club doesn't really call in the nicest of clientele sometimes. But hey, it always worked out in the end, right??]
Little bit of trouble.