@felixjunior ♥’d
✬;; - It seemed like his eyes were glued to her face and no matter how much she pretended not to notice, he just wouldn’t stop. And as practiced as Tamora was at keeping a stoic expression, this time she struggled.
Hazarding a glance over at the man nearly broke the thinly veiled stoic expression and quickly she glanced back down at the helmet she was trying to polish up for the next day’s activities. But he was making it so very difficult.
Oh she was going to crack and she could feel it. Not that it was a bad thing of course, but...perhaps she was just in a more playful mood. Clearing her throat she scooted away from him just enough; reminiscent to that first time he’d looked at her like that. In Sugar Rush. In the small ship - the one she’d nearly crashed but that was not something she wanted to dwell on.
❝ Hey your face is kind of red.... ❞
Contrary to the first time she’d uttered those same words to him, there was a glimmer of amusement - of love - in her eyes. No matter how stoic her face, her eyes always seemed to give her away.
❝ You might want to hit it again with your hammer. ❞
