She was almost completely lost in the moment when she heard the soft click of the doorknob. An amazing feat, considering the pounding of her heartbeat being so loud that it nearly drowned it out. She didn't want to pull away just yet, but when she felt Vincent's hand leave her own, her free hand went for the large tome that rarely ever left her side when she was not in her room at the observatory. Even after three months of no longer living in caves (again) nor forests, the rather maternal instincts she'd built up in order to protect the younger Heroes began to kick in.
Only when she realized who it was and why Vincent's hand left hers did she slow herself down.
That apology went in one ear and out the other as she whispered a "don't" before pulling away, looking between Vincent and the other, unsuspecting Turk. No longer certain whether her book was raised because she was annoyed by the interruption, or to keep Vincent from doing something they'd both regret. However when Reno backed off and fled through the door, a part of her was relieved. She barely noticed Ophelia shoot after him; blessed companion that she was.
She kissed him back, however briefly, as she lowered the tome once more. Her heart still raced, mind still reeling from the mood whiplash far too fast for her sleep deprived state to handle. "Vincent," she began, hand reaching up to hold his hand there for just a moment longer. "You weren't going to, were you?" She asked, not certain if she had asked aloud or if it merely reflected in her tired eyes. She figured the answer would be a 'no'. Wanted to believe it were so, like she always had and still did. Yet her constant night terrors always had left her feeling on edge.
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Date: 2016-02-27 03:21 am (UTC)Only when she realized who it was and why Vincent's hand left hers did she slow herself down.
That apology went in one ear and out the other as she whispered a "don't" before pulling away, looking between Vincent and the other, unsuspecting Turk. No longer certain whether her book was raised because she was annoyed by the interruption, or to keep Vincent from doing something they'd both regret. However when Reno backed off and fled through the door, a part of her was relieved. She barely noticed Ophelia shoot after him; blessed companion that she was.
She kissed him back, however briefly, as she lowered the tome once more. Her heart still raced, mind still reeling from the mood whiplash far too fast for her sleep deprived state to handle. "Vincent," she began, hand reaching up to hold his hand there for just a moment longer. "You weren't going to, were you?" She asked, not certain if she had asked aloud or if it merely reflected in her tired eyes. She figured the answer would be a 'no'. Wanted to believe it were so, like she always had and still did. Yet her constant night terrors always had left her feeling on edge.