[She holds her ground against him when their eyes meet—she has no choice. It's either that or lose this battle of wits and perseverance that they seem to be having.
Or maybe it's just her, as her breath catches slightly in her lungs when he licks his lips, no doubt having caught the taste of her lip gloss on the straw when he'd taken that sip... and there's a moment where Benedikta forgets herself, his words finding their way through the cracks where they can dig their claws into her as they tend to do when they are his.
But that moment comes and goes, and as soon as Benedikta catches herself—]
We'll see. You've yet to impress me.
[—she bites down on her straw and saunters past him to resume their journey to the northernmost parts of the carnival, where game booths blink and ding incessantly and all too loud.]
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Or maybe it's just her, as her breath catches slightly in her lungs when he licks his lips, no doubt having caught the taste of her lip gloss on the straw when he'd taken that sip... and there's a moment where Benedikta forgets herself, his words finding their way through the cracks where they can dig their claws into her as they tend to do when they are his.
But that moment comes and goes, and as soon as Benedikta catches herself—]
We'll see. You've yet to impress me.
[—she bites down on her straw and saunters past him to resume their journey to the northernmost parts of the carnival, where game booths blink and ding incessantly and all too loud.]