[There's a small thud as one of her shoes hits the floor, and the other follows it after a far more deliberate wiggle of her foot. It does feel very odd to be floating like this, but... she can't say she minds.
Jane cards her fingers through his hair again. It's soft, and the silly thought occurs to her that it's how clouds might feel. She lets the strands fall through the gaps between her fingers and feels how they drop back into those gentle curls again.]
The myths do give that impression. [She tells him, though it's certainly more the Olympians than any of the Chthonic deities.
The young woman tilts her head slightly. She's never been this close to his face for this long and her thoughts tumble out if her mouth without a mind for how strange she might sound.]
You have... very pretty eyes. Like pale amber. Or honey.
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Date: 2021-08-26 12:47 am (UTC)Jane cards her fingers through his hair again. It's soft, and the silly thought occurs to her that it's how clouds might feel. She lets the strands fall through the gaps between her fingers and feels how they drop back into those gentle curls again.]
The myths do give that impression. [She tells him, though it's certainly more the Olympians than any of the Chthonic deities.
The young woman tilts her head slightly. She's never been this close to his face for this long and her thoughts tumble out if her mouth without a mind for how strange she might sound.]
You have... very pretty eyes. Like pale amber. Or honey.