[she's twisted her face away from him, hiding her sight by closing her eyes, but even like this, his amazement is so clear. after all, she's currently questioning herself back and forth about why she did this, if it was the right decision, she's made her and everyone else so vulnerable now, she can't reverse this—it's an endless line of thoughts passing through rin tohsaka's head.
sensation isn't blocked off for her, either, naturally. she feels his hand so giving and careful beneath hers, as if she was a precious jewel herself, and the soft contact of his lips to her skin is familiar; this time, there is markedly less aggression behind it.
that overwhelms her a little, but it would make her look weak to voice it, so rin tohsaka stands tall. she peers at him and her face is unbelievably red, blushing darker by the second. the show of his affection is too much, it's not needed, she thinks—but she's not so improper that she'd knock him off, and here she stands, awkwardly suffering while not really "suffering" at all—it betrays her age and how genuine she is.
gilgamesh will have to speak up next, as she doesn't offer a peep. he's quieted her. (but she's cute, isn't she?)]
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sensation isn't blocked off for her, either, naturally. she feels his hand so giving and careful beneath hers, as if she was a precious jewel herself, and the soft contact of his lips to her skin is familiar; this time, there is markedly less aggression behind it.
that overwhelms her a little, but it would make her look weak to voice it, so rin tohsaka stands tall. she peers at him and her face is unbelievably red, blushing darker by the second. the show of his affection is too much, it's not needed, she thinks—but she's not so improper that she'd knock him off, and here she stands, awkwardly suffering while not really "suffering" at all—it betrays her age and how genuine she is.
gilgamesh will have to speak up next, as she doesn't offer a peep. he's quieted her. (but she's cute, isn't she?)]