puts his hand on lea's hand ?????
oh, on god? / @kahemo
the sudden contact makes lea twitch, startled, shoulders stiffening and eyes widening, and he nearly snatches his hand away were it not for surprisingly gentle fingers curling around his wrist. it’s a warm touch, warmer than he would’ve guessed considering who it came from. for weeks now he’s been not quite as sporadically visiting the castle’s library and he still doesn’t quite know what to make of ansem now. the man’s such a well of contradictions, all the aura of a predator with the emotional reactions of a child, flipping between imposing and excitable like a yo-yo that’s going too fast for even lea to keep up with.
yet despite a few incidents aside, despite the mutual wariness and distrust between both parties – ansem because lea’s an intruder and lea because ansem is well … ansem, seeker of fucking darkness – lea’s found he’s sort of gotten used to the other man’s constant hovering at his shoulder whenever he dares to even breathe at the books. hearts, he’s even come to like the company, cryptic words and piercing stare notwithstanding.
touch, though, is usually not something that ever happens, any unconscious, automatic attempt from lea’s side harshly rebuffed. so the hand covering his comes as a complete and utter surprise.
part of him is still expecting the situation to turn bad: for that gentle touch to become harsh, painful, punishing. for the other shoe to drop. there’s a hint of suspicion in the bemused curl of his lips and the narrowing of eyes, a wary sheen to green hues as his gaze searches for ansem’s face for any signs of ire or displeasure.
“ did y’ need somethin’? “















