offers her a beautiful string of glossy pearls with a pink tint to them from within his many hands.
The sight never fails to send her into a slightly STUNNED SILENCE. Eyes slowly roaming over form in a manner one could have taken as IMPASSIVELY, yet the faint glimmer is enough for at least Uta to know that that isn’t the case as she takes in IMPRESSIVE APPEARANCE so vaguely reminiscent of her own [ & HERE HE ALWAYS SEEMED SO FASCINATED WITH EVERYTHING ABOUT HER, ALL THE WHILE SHARING SIMILARITIES TO HER WITHOUT HER KNOWLEDGE ]. It takes a moment, the visible TENSING & S L A C K I N G of rippling muscle, to draw her gaze to the target location, a muscle in his forearm lightly spasms as it extends towards her, fingers carefully CURLED around an item he holds within cradle of his palm.
Eyes drift down, following the length of his arm with KEEN INTEREST, corner of lip twisting like a CROOKED PIN as she smirks, teasing croon leaving her in laughing tones that would have been all too FAMILIAR to the ghoul [ A SOUND THAT’S ALMOST DERISIVE ], ❛ Uta, did you bring me back a GIFT ? ~ ❜ Of COURSE she’s teasing, with a certainty in her mind that what she had suggested was absolutely ABSURD, & thinking that she’d be proven right in some GROTESQUE FORM——– perhaps a severed hand ? No, perhaps a pretty EYE he wants to show to her before adding it to his collection———-
Steel eyes sweeping down & stopping at the hand where fingers begin to slowly UNCOIL, he reveals to her what she LEAST EXPECTS. Reveals that which he had managed to obscure from her vision so PERFECTLY. It’s not outright at first, but eyes WIDEN the slightest margin, corners of lips SMOOTHING OUT to straight line as she finds herself STARING, with one foot carefully stepping one in front of the other [ CLICK—————— CLICK —————– SILENCE ]. She’s not looking at him, yet knowing exactly WHERE he is for the back of her knuckles brushing over his cheek, hand TWISTING SLIGHTLY to hold face in her palm, feverish warmth seeping into the coolness of artificial skin.
❛ You————— actually brought me something. ❜ Her voice falls to a low WHISPER of DISBELIEF between them, almost deadly FLAT. Crown inclining towards him, other hand rests on his forearm for a split second until following down to where the pearls await, dipping tips of her fingers into the indent of his palm, causing pearls to ripple & MUSICALLY CLICK TOGETHER. There seems to be a moment’s hesitation, CONFUSION clearly etched into the lines of her face & settling within the line between her lips. Gifts were not uncommon for her, for SOLDIERS within the walls of Desperado had taken to leaving her trinkets within her office [ ALL WHICH FOUND THEIR WAY INTO THE GARBAGE DISPOSAL ONE WAY OR ANOTHER ], yet this time it is something DIFFERENT for her, & for the first time, she’s left without knowledge of how to properly REACT.
Instead, fingers curl, hooking the necklace in bend of fingers & lifting straight up from his palm, allowing them to DANGLE & GLOW in the artificial light of the room.
HE HAD BROUGHT HER A GIFT.
It’s as if it takes her a moment or two to accept reality of the fact, slowly turning, yet comfortably seeking to LEAN AGAINST HIM as she drops the necklace into her other hand, pearl. by. pearl.
She’s admiring them——– it’s the first thing he will notice. The way long digits CURL, hand TILTS, the chattering of pearls within her palm as they shift with every little movement she makes———– it’s a fascinating sight & she can sense him watching her, hear his soft breaths beside her, the shift as his arms droop into a more comfortable position [ SOMEHOW THEY ALWAYS FIND SOME KIND OF COMFORT AROUND ONE ANOTHER ].
Rosy pearls slithering around her fingers & loosely coiling around her wrist as she brings it to her chest, DISTANTLY PENSIVE as she begins to consider whether or not WORDS would be proper in this kind of situation.
❛ Are you looking for FORGIVENESS in turn for your extended leave of absence ? ❜ No———- she knows that’s not the case, for even teasing tone sounds UNREALISTIC, wavering in the air between them [ THEY BOTH KNOW THAT THAT’S NOT THE CASE ]. Yet the words are DIFFICULT for her to find [ GRATITUDE DOES NOT BECOME HER ], rendering a woman known for her PRECISION with words, without even the softest one.
Sliding her gaze over to look at him as one of his hands shifts away stray strand, a droning hum pours from her lips, allowing the touch. Sharpness in her eyes now FADING, replaced by uncertainty as words manage to leave her after moment of struggle. ❛ It is——– beautiful. ❜ Not a lie, she had never seen anything quite as LOVELY as the necklace she clutches to her chest now [ CLOSE TO HER HEART ], & never before having thought of having such a precious item in her own possession. There’s shift in her stance, eyes flicking away from the ghoul at her side, to a point somewhere on the wall [ & A RATHER EMPTY SPOT AT THAT ] to avoid whatever LOOK he might have on his face at the CLEARING OF HER THROAT & words that stumble along after.
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