[She groans as he takes both of her hands, leading her out carefully onto the ice with that smile she can’t fight against her own reluctant one spreading the farther out as they got.] Well I’m not dead yet, so far so good.
Oh please you couldn’t exercise a possessed pea.
Grinning with all the wickedness of a puppy, he leads her out further until his skates are touching the ice, happiness bubbling from the blades up his legs, crawling like vines into his heart and infecting within him a joy he never found anywhere else -- unless he was with her. Not that he would admit it no, no, never admit to that. Falling into her smile was easier than staying on the ice, and that was saying something, the moves second nature to him, skating backwards with nothing more than a glance, a glance really, just to keep from looking like a fool staring at her. A breathless chuckle that turned to smoke before it could ever leave the cavern of his mouth, Eli spun them slowly, letting one of her hands go so she would glide behind him, leading her around the ice in lazy circles.
"Don't you trust me, kid?"
It was more than a simple question, though veiled by the dancing irises of his eyes, one he'd never ask her outright and truthfully but instead like this, With a lilt of a trick up his sleeve, with a promise of playfulness in punctuation. It was easier, simpler. To hide like a coward behind the guise of well placed friendship, than to admit to the fear that perhaps she didn't. With another chuckle and a quick turn to show just how much control he had on the ice, he grinned, waggling his brows. "Don't need to exorcise anything when I can skate like this, huh?"
