[Her lips press into a tight line when he brings her hand up near his lips. She wasn't sure she would be ready for his answer, but as he gives it, she's certain now that she isn't. He'll feel her pulse racing in her wrist as he holds it, see her chest hitch without air, and her eyes fighting not to break away from his even as he lowers his lips to her knuckles.
Peach, peach, peach, her brain screams... but the word doesn't find its way out.
But he isn't wrong, and they both know that. She made it perfectly clear last night, and then again tonight when her feet touched the floor of the overlook. When she flew from Nogard to Eltrut just to meet him, and for what? A silly night at a fair? How many other men can say that they have managed to convince Benedikta to come out to this? Hell, it's a feat that he has, given their history and yet, here she still is, perched on a rooftop beside him.
Because she clearly does feel something towards him.
A dangerous cocktail of love and hate, both so strong that the very thin line between the two has blurred, and Benedikta doesn't know anymore where one begins and the other ends. Love him, hate him, it's all the same when the feelings are so profound that they always lead them back to him one way or another.]
...And so... [Her voice has gone quiet, her fingers flexing in his hand.] You wish for me to chase you instead.
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Peach, peach, peach, her brain screams... but the word doesn't find its way out.
But he isn't wrong, and they both know that. She made it perfectly clear last night, and then again tonight when her feet touched the floor of the overlook. When she flew from Nogard to Eltrut just to meet him, and for what? A silly night at a fair? How many other men can say that they have managed to convince Benedikta to come out to this? Hell, it's a feat that he has, given their history and yet, here she still is, perched on a rooftop beside him.
Because she clearly does feel something towards him.
A dangerous cocktail of love and hate, both so strong that the very thin line between the two has blurred, and Benedikta doesn't know anymore where one begins and the other ends. Love him, hate him, it's all the same when the feelings are so profound that they always lead them back to him one way or another.]
...And so... [Her voice has gone quiet, her fingers flexing in his hand.] You wish for me to chase you instead.