[ Her face turns easily when Odette turns her face her way — they've been close enough for a time now, to the point that she doesn't reflexively flinch and shudder away at every fleeting touch. This much, she's grown to enjoy again. So her head rests gently in her hold, feeling more grounded and secure.
She doesn't trust her voice in this moment, so she simply nods once, brows turning up in a sort of helpless way. She's not quite smiling wryly, but it's almost there, the corner of her lip just barely curved up. Thank you, she wants to say, but the words get caught in her throat. Odette knows what to offer when she doesn't know what to ask sometimes — this is certainly like that, and she's grateful, even if she does feel a little pathetic, too. Not so pathetic that she won't accept what's been graciously offered to her. Her cold hand reaches out, closing loosely around Odette's wrist. Her thumb graces her pulse point, the draw of her fingers quietly affectionate.
Her companion doesn't quite need the coaxing and same support that she does, she knows. But everyone needs someone who could see them at their barest, their rawest, and not turn away, she thinks. There's a lack of judgment, or even curiosity in her eyes — there's only acceptance, solid and firm like an oak. Though she can't feel the same level of certainty about herself, she can feel it towards Odette. Maybe through feeling that, she might come to understand how Odette might feel about her in this moment. ]
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She doesn't trust her voice in this moment, so she simply nods once, brows turning up in a sort of helpless way. She's not quite smiling wryly, but it's almost there, the corner of her lip just barely curved up. Thank you, she wants to say, but the words get caught in her throat. Odette knows what to offer when she doesn't know what to ask sometimes — this is certainly like that, and she's grateful, even if she does feel a little pathetic, too. Not so pathetic that she won't accept what's been graciously offered to her. Her cold hand reaches out, closing loosely around Odette's wrist. Her thumb graces her pulse point, the draw of her fingers quietly affectionate.
Her companion doesn't quite need the coaxing and same support that she does, she knows. But everyone needs someone who could see them at their barest, their rawest, and not turn away, she thinks. There's a lack of judgment, or even curiosity in her eyes — there's only acceptance, solid and firm like an oak. Though she can't feel the same level of certainty about herself, she can feel it towards Odette. Maybe through feeling that, she might come to understand how Odette might feel about her in this moment. ]