She debates for a moment whether she really needs to step back, but
she'll take his word for it, so she does, and not a moment too soon, with
the whole thing going up in huge, hot flames. She glances to the side, just
looking at the expression on his face - he's usually so stoic, but this
definitely brings out more in him. It's almost like it's safer, here, in
the privacy of the Enclosure, for him to show what he's feeling - whether
that's actually true or not, she doesn't know, but it's what she can guess,
just based on the evidence she's seen so far.
It helps that she's almost as transfixed, even if it's in a different way.
She can close her eyes and reach out towards it, craving the delicious
warmth in the air; the tension eases from her shoulders and she tilts her
head back, feeling like some deep, bone-dry thirst inside her is finally
being quenched. She's not even really aware of the way she's turning her
body towards it, and less aware of the satisfied, almost filthy hum on her
lips, like an entirely different thirst is being taken care of. Even the
question she might have had about why Lark has the flame gun is momentarily
forgotten. "It's so good," she says, and lets herself open her eyes again,
keeping her gaze on the fire, and only looking at Mick from the corner of
her eye. "It's beautiful."
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Date: 2018-12-13 06:05 am (UTC)She debates for a moment whether she really needs to step back, but she'll take his word for it, so she does, and not a moment too soon, with the whole thing going up in huge, hot flames. She glances to the side, just looking at the expression on his face - he's usually so stoic, but this definitely brings out more in him. It's almost like it's safer, here, in the privacy of the Enclosure, for him to show what he's feeling - whether that's actually true or not, she doesn't know, but it's what she can guess, just based on the evidence she's seen so far.
It helps that she's almost as transfixed, even if it's in a different way. She can close her eyes and reach out towards it, craving the delicious warmth in the air; the tension eases from her shoulders and she tilts her head back, feeling like some deep, bone-dry thirst inside her is finally being quenched. She's not even really aware of the way she's turning her body towards it, and less aware of the satisfied, almost filthy hum on her lips, like an entirely different thirst is being taken care of. Even the question she might have had about why Lark has the flame gun is momentarily forgotten. "It's so good," she says, and lets herself open her eyes again, keeping her gaze on the fire, and only looking at Mick from the corner of her eye. "It's beautiful."