She glanced away, when he mentioned planning to invite her to dance. Oh, that might have gone over badly, much as the thought was one she enjoyed. She would have been afraid of harming him, and likely would have declined such an endearing offer.
Could she trust him? Well, she hadn't dealt with him in years. He'd been a dear child, but people grew up. She hadn't been given the opportunity to be there, as he had.
Certainly, he appeared to still have the kindest of intentions towards her, and hopefully his fire could aid her, if her own powers got out of hand, again. Yet she was vulnerable here, alone, and so was he, left to the mercies of her untrained ice fiascoes.
He was right about calming down, though. Generally, she calmed herself via repression, but this time she found that more difficult. She'd let herself free, for the first time. The idea of going back... felt as pretending that a part of herself was not existent.
Yet calm did not only have to come from forcing the state on oneself, right? She'd been calm, as a little girl. Even nowadays, in quieter moments. She tried to grasp those feelings in her mind, and slowly the light sprinkling of snowflakes began to abate.
"I didn't--" she gave a self-conscious chuckle, "expect anyone to arrive so quickly."
He seemed darling for the attempt, anyway. As well as quick.
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Date: 2015-11-30 01:53 am (UTC)From:She glanced away, when he mentioned planning to invite her to dance. Oh, that might have gone over badly, much as the thought was one she enjoyed. She would have been afraid of harming him, and likely would have declined such an endearing offer.
Could she trust him? Well, she hadn't dealt with him in years. He'd been a dear child, but people grew up. She hadn't been given the opportunity to be there, as he had.
Certainly, he appeared to still have the kindest of intentions towards her, and hopefully his fire could aid her, if her own powers got out of hand, again. Yet she was vulnerable here, alone, and so was he, left to the mercies of her untrained ice fiascoes.
He was right about calming down, though. Generally, she calmed herself via repression, but this time she found that more difficult. She'd let herself free, for the first time. The idea of going back... felt as pretending that a part of herself was not existent.
Yet calm did not only have to come from forcing the state on oneself, right? She'd been calm, as a little girl. Even nowadays, in quieter moments. She tried to grasp those feelings in her mind, and slowly the light sprinkling of snowflakes began to abate.
"I didn't--" she gave a self-conscious chuckle, "expect anyone to arrive so quickly."
He seemed darling for the attempt, anyway. As well as quick.