quietresistance:
THERE WAS SOME RELIEF IN WATCHING HIM BACK into the sofa, though it brought her just as much shame. Despite only a week, perhaps two, remaining for the article, she couldn’t spend it all hopping frantically away from him like a frightened, cornered rabbit. He had already seen that routine once. And the idea of being so ungracious as to act terrified, even if she truly felt it, of someone doing so much for… nothing, as far as she understood? How selfish and unfeeling could that be? Fingers worrying the skin over the elbow she clasped, her confusion wasn’t completely hidden at his insistence over requiring nothing. “ Well, then, uh… “ Shifting from one foot to another, she glanced back at the refrigerator, perhaps only to give her another place to look than down. “ I guess if you decide you need more blankets or pillows than whatever you have, bring? Let me know? “ The uncertainty in her tone only made her cringe, internally scolding herself yet again.
But it all came to a crashing halt when he asked about cooking, sitting around, Katherine’s dark eyes blowing wide. “ Oh, um, well, if you like… “ She took a half frantic glance around her kitchen, mentally attempting to wrap her head around the half offer, half request. No longer anchored to her elbow, her hand began to rake through her hair, ridges forming between her brows. “ I do cook…. and bake. I find it relaxing. Probably won’t be doing much baking this week though. “ ( he didn’t need to know that ) Helplessness almost overwhelmed her once more, a screaming voice that demanded she find some way to get a hold on herself even as it loosened her grip. Despite the visibility of it, she allowed herself to close her eyes for a moment, taking a stuttering breath, but neither did that help. Just a mess, a complete and utter mess.
" RIGH'. " WITH A SHORT EXHALE that only barely resembled a laugh, sebastian nodded but kept his eyes on katherine. his inner road romantic would say that, perhaps, it was an old habit but most likely he was just a bastard. there were also countless other reasons to support that last claim.
examining the reporter for a short while, slightly squinting like a cat, as if to compose a more detailed profile of her in his head, moran finally left her be, of course, having noticed her discomposure and not wanting to worsen the matter. ( the awkwardness of the whole situation was practically tangible, making the air around them heavier, and katherine already had breathing problems. ) even if he clearly wished to, he still could hardly have changed the state of things and her impression of him. one way or another, some part of her, some marginal percentage of her soul trusted him enough to let him into the flat. yes, it wasn't entirely a question of direct trust on her part but rather the fact that she didn't have any guardians left for this particular time period, otherwise she would never have turned to him, but right now he didn't need anything else.
" well, i'd recommend ye find anot'er way to relax. " he shrugged, resisting the wont to look at her again, thus giving her another moment to get a hold of herself. " i know just sayin' it doesn' help but try to like... breathe around me? " moran narrowed his eyes, not sure if what he just said made any sense. " if there's a concrete way for me to show ye i'm not plannin' on stranglin' ye in yer sleep, do let me know. "















