leo,
“i don’t think you could ever be a biter,” was his reply, chuckling to himself as he continued forward, just to the point where, if he wanted to– and he wanted to– he could pull her into his arms. “you’re not scary enough to be a lake shark.
but then she had gotten closer, just close enough where one shift of either of their bodies and they might as well be pressed together. leo might have already been warmed by the water, but his fingers and toes felt like the fires from the forge he worked in. he wiggled his fingers by his side in an effort to get them to relax, to stop feeling so heated–
“a movie? out in the big, bad world?” god, if he was already helping clara so much here at camp– water-wise, at least– imagine how prepared he’d have to be prepared for the both of them out there? but then again, a day outside with a beautiful girl and a movie that he probably wouldn’t have a chance to see otherwise without his siblings barging in… another jump from his heart. “it’s got to be a movie that we’d be willing to die for, then. or at least cry for.”
"me? not scary enough?" she let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. that was the first time someone had told her that she wasn't frightening. the warm, bubbly feeling in her stomach began to spread through her arms and legs, reaching the very tips of her fingers and toes.
clara pressed forward, her body now resting against his own. her chin gently pressed against his chest as she looked up at him, turquoise hues shining in the amusement that radiated around her. she let out a laugh that resembled the likes of windchimes, the smile that stretched across her lips one of genuinity. "yeah, a movie. in the big, bad world. what d'ya say? brave enough?"