Oh, this is late. No matter, though. Let's not overstep out boundaries and simply draw in the air, over the devil's chest, a heart. He leans down to give a quick tap on the knee before moving to thread his fingers through her hair, gently, softly, quietly. A tap to the nose, and then his touch drops to ghost along her wrist, moving onwards to lace his fingers with hers. The hold lasts for a few moments, before he lets go, seemingly unfazed. Was that too much? Surely not.
Convey your feelings with your touch!
Eyes widen, cheeks redden, for o maiden fair. The proof of life beneath where he traced began to race with the ticking of the clock, and yet it was like time was still. Move she not a single inch, flinch she almost by his gentle taps to his delicate caresses. Far from their usual contact.
Unforgettable how he then wished for her out of his sight, how he wouldn't dare to lay a finger. Has she gone close enough for him touch so fondly? It was almost foreign to her. And yet, she stared at their entwined fingers as if it was something they have always done.
And when he lets go, it is now like winter pales missed the warmth of sun. For a moment, she felt as if she was not alone. She looks at his unfazed expression, and yet she remains speechless. Was he just being a gentleman? Almost instinctively, does her hand move to his, like a magnet; a puppet under strings, and slowly goes to entwine yet again before she withdraws.
“M-My apologies, I... suppose I got c-carried away. I-I'm so sorry, Liliya... P-pretend that did not occur.”
