weakened moment / a heart speaks more than her words ; ever searching . delicate finger tips bearded chin / wonderous in tone . ❛ aren't you specific . . .
oh. oh, she’s close. mirage tenses, muscles bunching underneath the fabric of his jump-suit, hoping that the movement isn’t that visible with the entire bulkiness of his gear. he wouldn’t find it hard to believe that he’s sweating up a storm if someone told him he is. he had just finished picking her up, offering a hand ( like the kind-hearted, generous person mirage is! ) to help her to her feet. mirage’s invisibility coverage shimmers to pieces around them, dissolving in pinpricks of blue - white light. and already, she’s skimming a hand across his shoulder.
“ uh. “ wait. he can do better than that. “ is... is this about the entire romantic movies thing... thing? about the kissing me, falling madly in love, and living happily ever after? because, uh, “ mirage tries for an unsteady laugh. “ i know i sounded real specifick-specifuh-specifluh- uh... uh. i promise i don’t watch those types of sappy movies or anything. promise. i was - i was just being a gentleman! yeah... yeah, a gentleman. unless - unless you were interested, in that case - “ oops. too far. “ nevermind. “
