Hasibe has had what she wryly calls 'one of those days,' and the fact that this has happened before is bad enough. Cameron wasn't happy about the fact that she's dropped out of the movie, and he demonstrated as much by leaving her with a bruise at her temple, a fainter one at her same side's cheekbone, and more at her wrists from where he restrained her, which she finds especially annoying because that's significantly harder to conceal with make-up
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There is a moment when he opens the door - not before he sees her, but when, breathing her name like a gasp - that he's someone else, someone lighter, someone stirred up inside with eyes black from all they're taking in, someone who'd draw blood with a kiss and like he might - but then he focuses and that sharpness reverts, not like he's pushing it down or cutting it away like he usually does, but just remembering who he is.
"Ah--I apologize, I've answered the door like a complete recluse every time you've been here." Or ...liiike someone who wanted to eat the world starting with her, but he barely remembers that. "What's in there?" Are those sugar. Because he'd eat sugar right now.
Let them get inside with more light and things will change.
Hasi isn't sure what that was - that quick hungry instant where he looked at her like he knew what was under her clothes and even under her skin (bruised in places, but she bleeds poison and underneath she's just more flame), but if he's going to push it away so is she. For now, because that kind of roiling intensity is, quite honestly, something she really enjoys occasionally, but...perhaps not after the day she's had. Balance is the important thing.
"That's okay, I consider it my God-given right to de-recluse you- although does it count if it's just me bothering you?" She hefts the tupperware container and grins at him, even though it sort of aches. "Vodka cupcakes. Some friends of mine are in town and I made...many many batches. Come on, I'll share."
Apparently, Hasi has deemed this her cue to just breeze right inside. Maybe he won't notice. Maybe he won't say anything.
"You're not bothering me, but it does sound a little like 'delousing', which is not--vodka?" So he's back on a keel more Henry now, but still a little high on potential, on possibility, his thoughts running ahead of each other, stumbling and colliding --and stopping.
He looks at her and freezes, not like the animal-in-the-trap looks she's seen before, but simply as though the signals feeding his brain are confusing his eyes. Hasi may be wanting something more balanced than this, but he crosses the room and really looks, in her space the way he usually shies desperately away from until he doesn't, lifting a hand to the side of her face, not touching, just --hovering, like he doesn't know what to do with it. "Hasi."
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Hasibe has had what she wryly calls 'one of those days,' and the fact that this has happened before is bad enough. Cameron wasn't happy about the fact that she's dropped out of the movie, and he demonstrated as much by leaving her with a bruise at her temple, a fainter one at her same side's cheekbone, and more at her wrists from where he restrained her, which she finds especially annoying because that's significantly harder to conceal with make-up ( ... )
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"Ah--I apologize, I've answered the door like a complete recluse every time you've been here." Or ...liiike someone who wanted to eat the world starting with her, but he barely remembers that. "What's in there?" Are those sugar. Because he'd eat sugar right now.
Let them get inside with more light and things will change.
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Hasi isn't sure what that was - that quick hungry instant where he looked at her like he knew what was under her clothes and even under her skin (bruised in places, but she bleeds poison and underneath she's just more flame), but if he's going to push it away so is she. For now, because that kind of roiling intensity is, quite honestly, something she really enjoys occasionally, but...perhaps not after the day she's had. Balance is the important thing.
"That's okay, I consider it my God-given right to de-recluse you- although does it count if it's just me bothering you?" She hefts the tupperware container and grins at him, even though it sort of aches. "Vodka cupcakes. Some friends of mine are in town and I made...many many batches. Come on, I'll share."
Apparently, Hasi has deemed this her cue to just breeze right inside. Maybe he won't notice. Maybe he won't say anything.
She's pretty sure he'll notice.
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He looks at her and freezes, not like the animal-in-the-trap looks she's seen before, but simply as though the signals feeding his brain are confusing his eyes. Hasi may be wanting something more balanced than this, but he crosses the room and really looks, in her space the way he usually shies desperately away from until he doesn't, lifting a hand to the side of her face, not touching, just --hovering, like he doesn't know what to do with it. "Hasi."
It's possible, yeah.
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