"I didn't say you were lying, Gretel." At some point they've moved in closer; his breath ghosts across her cheek.
He could kiss her.
But she's tugging her arm, and he answers the wordless question by letting go, leaning back. Another moment, and he clambers off her. His shirt's a little wet from her blood still, but other than that it's fine. He strips it off, tossing it at her. "Here."
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Date: 2013-07-10 07:21 am (UTC)He could kiss her.
But she's tugging her arm, and he answers the wordless question by letting go, leaning back. Another moment, and he clambers off her. His shirt's a little wet from her blood still, but other than that it's fine. He strips it off, tossing it at her. "Here."