At the End of the Night | Victoria/Liv
The hesitation in Victoria’s response had her assuming the answer to her question was complicated. She couldn’t picture the other woman struggling for words in any other capacity - not that she looked like she was struggling, just thinking, concentrating, and Liv found herself watching and enjoying the process. The intelligence behind Victoria’s warm brown eyes and the understanding and determination that eventually graced her features was both attractive and distracting. It was an effort to focus wholly on the answer to the question she had asked, and even then she felt she was missing something.
The earrings blinked into existence and prompted a self-deprecating head shake from the blonde. Victoria made it look so easy. Jumping into her hand, though, sounded a lot like what she’d spend the time between the last lesson and now practicing. “That doesn’t sound very different from just moving things,” she pointed out, but not in a critical way, quickly floating the earrings from Victoria’s palm into her own.
"Well, when you're working with bigger things, such as a desk, you'll be able to tell that moving it is easier than making it move through the air without anything under it," Victoria answered, leaning back in her seat and watching Liv move the earrings into her open palm. She was becoming more and more skilled, and it was making Victoria feel a sense of pride, because this was all thanks to Victoria. Liv, of course, had clearly been practicing, which was awesome. She'd praise her for that later.
Resisting a snarky comment consisting of something wildly inappropriate, she instead kept herself quiet for a few seconds before something crossed her mind. From here, she could see the kitchen counter behind Liv - it was several feet away. Victoria decided this could double as a test and a cover-up for her thoughts telling her to share some wine with Liv and end the night with something that was, once again, wildly inappropriate. "Now, your host gift? Float it over here."
