YA Lit Meme: [1/8] OTPs - Sin Davies x Alan Ryves, the Demon’s Lexicon trilogy
One of Alan’s eyebrows came up, and then he smiled a little. He put his hand into his pocket and she saw, cupped in his palm, the glint of his gun. “I was doing a chemistry experiment. I’m so sorry the noise disturbed you; I’m in some advanced classes, and sometimes when I’m studying I lose track of time.”
Sin slipped a knife out of her pocket and showed it to him. “This? It’s a prop. I do a dance with it.” She paused significantly. “A belly dance.”
“And that sound was a car backfiring. My brother’s keen on cars, you see. Don’t worry. I’ll have a word with him.”
“Of course I remember you from the last Market,” Sin said, restoring her knife to her pocket. “Who could forget you?”
“Actually,” Alan said, earnest and clear-eyed, “this is my first time playing poker.”
Sin laughed, delighted, loving the sunlight shining on the Thames and playing a part with someone who understood she was playing.