[When he is the one that pulls back more first, Benedikta watches him with slight furrow to her brow before she is also retreating, shifting to sit back where she had been perched before at the roof's edge. She doesn't know why that hit her so hard, but between the looks he'd been giving her and the frustration that she feels radiating from him, perhaps it's for the best.]
As we go?
[She huffs quietly.]
You speak it as if you intend for there to be more.
[She knows that there is, but... maybe some small part of her wants to hear him say it. Wants to be sure that he still remembers the things he had said against her lips on the terrace last night. The promises that they made under the watchful rays of the moon...]
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As we go?
[She huffs quietly.]
You speak it as if you intend for there to be more.
[She knows that there is, but... maybe some small part of her wants to hear him say it. Wants to be sure that he still remembers the things he had said against her lips on the terrace last night. The promises that they made under the watchful rays of the moon...]