✨ MERC | gruntlegacy.
it was amazing how she could do that, simple magic that he would NEVER be able to understand. the way her voice left the hairs on the back of his neck standing and the HEAT to flush into his cheeks. it was annoying. but she wasn’t, just the way she made him FEEL, so helpless, attentive to what he did and what he said. NOTHING LIKE HIM AT ALL!
attention to slip first to the DRUMMING of delicate fingers against her phone case then to thin strips drawn just under his elbow down to the SIMPLE triangle on his inner wrist. did they have meaning? ABSOLUTELY NOT. aesthetic purposes simply and a WANT to became unique in seas of obsidian uniforms. ❛ you do? ❜ that made him oddly optimistic. ❛ they aren’t MUCH. wouldn’t consider them anything special. but thanks. you ever thought of getting one yourself? ❜
her response is not immediate. instead, she breaks her gaze from his in a moment or two of thought, carefully thinking over his question. ❛ you’re welcome —— ❜ her voice is almost like a song in the way she replies, the hint of a smile in her eyes, and on her lips. the distant sound of a car’s horn makes her gaze flit to it’s general direction, but as always, his presence pulls her back.
❛ ———— yeah ... i like that. ❜ it almost seems like she’s making a remark to herself, less direct than her usual statements. with him, she loses her concrete grounding, heart beating a little faster than normal, and the butterflies in her stomach far livelier than before. ❛ i’d like one of a flower, or maybe a little flock of birds … something small, but ... i’m not very tolerant of pain, haha. ❜ her confession is lighthearted as she takes a half-step closer to him, curious gaze and parted lips a foretelling of a question to come. ❛ what do you think would suit me, merc ? ❜
