Freya has had others kiss her, she didn't remember the last time that she'd kissed someone back. It was as far as she's ever been, she didn't see a point in pushing it further, not when she was just going to leave shortly after. "I've only ever kissed. I haven't done anything else." He already knew part of that already though it felt relevant to repeat. She didn't know anything pass kissing, other than what she's seen on TV and read in books.
"I think you're smarter than you give yourself credit for. Also, I do trust you. More than you know, more than I am comfortable with." It was a weird balance. "It's just hard to kill old habits. I've always been by myself. It's what I'm used too." It sounded less depressing not that she wasn't alone but it still wasn't a happy thought. It was hard for her to not think in those terms.
Freya flexed her hand again. "I want to spent my days and nights with you too." Though that might be more difficult than it sounds.
She kept hitting her heel against the rock face as they spoke. It was weirdly calming, until something sharp dug into Freya's heel at the wrong angle. She winced and pulled her foot up to see a small pool of crimson gathering around her heel. It wasn't a big cut but seeing that it wasn't healing was startling. Freya just stared at it, her fingers reaching towards the warm silky red fluid.
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Date: 2017-01-04 02:39 pm (UTC)"I think you're smarter than you give yourself credit for. Also, I do trust you. More than you know, more than I am comfortable with." It was a weird balance. "It's just hard to kill old habits. I've always been by myself. It's what I'm used too." It sounded less depressing not that she wasn't alone but it still wasn't a happy thought. It was hard for her to not think in those terms.
Freya flexed her hand again. "I want to spent my days and nights with you too." Though that might be more difficult than it sounds.
She kept hitting her heel against the rock face as they spoke. It was weirdly calming, until something sharp dug into Freya's heel at the wrong angle. She winced and pulled her foot up to see a small pool of crimson gathering around her heel. It wasn't a big cut but seeing that it wasn't healing was startling. Freya just stared at it, her fingers reaching towards the warm silky red fluid.