clever green orbs avoid his, her usually stubborn gaze stay low, down. it’s unusual, dare he say strange && he wonders if it’s out of shame or if she’s looking for ways out. selina is a river, water in his hands that he can’t hold, always escaping him. but he knows better than to tighten his fists, to try && grasp it too hard for he knows only by cupping it would he be able to do the same. he hopes selina would be the same, that if tended to carefully, maybe she’ll stay. but it seems that everything he did, everything he does don’t work for there’s not an ounce of trust in him, he builds sandcastles every day that the sea destroys at night – there’s nothing left in the morning. but he doesn’t plan to stop for he sees something in her, he believes he could be a good friend to her, if she just gave him a chance.
he offers a kind smile as her gaze meets his, it slightly widens as he spots her own smile, some warmth blossoming in his chest. nails scratches the back of his neck, head sheepishly bowing. he feels crimson on the apple of his cheeks, head slightly shaking, ❛ i was raised in the twenties actually. ❜ a shrug, shyness in the way wide shoulders cave, he feels stupid. words pass his lips around her, steve has no idea why it does, most times, he feels like she doesn’t even care. her words are his command, it’s ridiculous how fast he’s on his feet, reaching for a bottle before fingers hesitate, ❛ red or white ? ❜ natasha likes wine, he doesn’t know how but there are always bottles in his kitchen. amused smile on his lips, he looks up, watching the relaxed lines of her figure. maybe he’s actually doing something right.
perfectly polished nails have now finished adjusting her shoe’s strap , she no longer resembles a feral cat , lost and ready to climb walls , she is calm , collected , though her eyes quickly check the window for any blue lights out there once again . a sharp smile shot his way as he mentions how old he is , despite how odd it was , it brought even more charm into him . “ yes , hard to remember how old you are sometimes . ” teeth show behind that red lipstick in a genuine smile for the first time since she got there , hands slide down the outside of her legs to meet at her knees and overlap one another then , she doesn’t want to make herself a guest , her head still feels empty , but she catches herself compelled to stay for a little longer . “ i doubt i’m the best company but -- red , please . ” eyes scan her surrounding then , this time not to look for anything that could frame her , but through the eyes of someone that has been curious to know what the very own american icon held dear and what did he like to do for a hobby -- impressive how her eyes can only spot books and a presumably forgotten tv in the corner of the room at first glance , eyebrows instinctively raise at the realisation . “ a glass of wine and a book for when you’re alone ? very charming and old-school . ”
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