If she didn't think about the crunchy bits as being a shell, it wasn't so bad. But... she couldn't let him see how much she wanted to chuck the stick in the nearest garbage can. This was a delicacy after all, and if Yselti Morata had been good with teaching her daughter anything, it had been to be polite and diplomatic at all times. Even at times when she desperately didn't want to be. Managing down the last spicy bite with a suppressed grimace, her eyes narrowed when she realized he didn't hold a stick of his own.
Was he... smirking?
For a fleeting moment, she stared at him with confusion, then anger, which quickly morphed into mortification as his words settled in her ears, I didn't think you were going to do it. And then, her features settled into a blank expression, heat spreading a bright blush over her cheeks and the top of her ears.
And then... a slight huff of laughter. Suddenly, her lips parted and she let out a silvery laugh, then gave a mock scowl, chucking the stick into the nearest waste disposal unit. "What do you mean, I found it delightful," she replied in a sarcastic drawl. However, amber eyes warmed, lips twitching a slight smile as his hand brushed against hers.
As it always did, a warmth ran from her fingertips up, and she could feel her heart pulse a beat faster at the brush, accidental or not. She had stepped past him until noticing he no longer was at her side, and she turned, watching his expression carefully. Suddenly, the smile vanished from her lips, and she stilled, waiting for whatever serious words he would drop on her. What was it? Something about a Jedi mission? The bad news of some kind?
She didn't have long to wait and speculate when his hesitant words rose between them, and her breathing stilled in her chest. She drank it in, the entire sight of it. How he shifted, long fingers playing with the length of his dark hair. She remembered him in Paqualis III when they spoke of mutual desires. His confidence and surety were easily some of his more charismatic traits, along with his coolheadedness, the mutual aloofness they shared in the face of the galaxy. Seeing him in rare moments of being unguarded, anxious even, was a shocking warmth in her.
He cared.
"Should I be?" she asked, stepping forward to close the distance. She paused looking up into silvers as though considering something. Slowly, she reached a hand up, settling it over his own. "No. In fact..." Her lips quirked. "I am proud to walk by your side, Sevrin. I'm sorry... I just didn't want you to be dragged into a world of tabloids. You had mentioned it before, so I thought..." she hesitated again, then gave a light huff of self-deprecating laughter. Her hand began to withdraw, brows drawn in over amber eyes, "that you would have been embarrassed to be around me. What attention might be given to you..."
A faint smile touched her lips as she reached up again, this time to thread her fingers together with his. "No. I am not. You are..." she hesitated. The words threatened to fall from her lips, so many of them, but none of them seemed to fit. Instead, through the bond, she shared her emotions with him. The hidden joy of hearing her name on his lips. The shower, seeing his hair down, him standing over her in the sparring ring. The intense stare of his eyes when he left the Nar Shaddaa apartment, asking her to stay. Through it all, the joy, the sense of peace and contentment, the hidden worry when he left, and the relief when he returned. Brief flashes, but enough to show what she couldn't yet put into words.
@Sreeya
Was he... smirking?
For a fleeting moment, she stared at him with confusion, then anger, which quickly morphed into mortification as his words settled in her ears, I didn't think you were going to do it. And then, her features settled into a blank expression, heat spreading a bright blush over her cheeks and the top of her ears.
And then... a slight huff of laughter. Suddenly, her lips parted and she let out a silvery laugh, then gave a mock scowl, chucking the stick into the nearest waste disposal unit. "What do you mean, I found it delightful," she replied in a sarcastic drawl. However, amber eyes warmed, lips twitching a slight smile as his hand brushed against hers.
As it always did, a warmth ran from her fingertips up, and she could feel her heart pulse a beat faster at the brush, accidental or not. She had stepped past him until noticing he no longer was at her side, and she turned, watching his expression carefully. Suddenly, the smile vanished from her lips, and she stilled, waiting for whatever serious words he would drop on her. What was it? Something about a Jedi mission? The bad news of some kind?
She didn't have long to wait and speculate when his hesitant words rose between them, and her breathing stilled in her chest. She drank it in, the entire sight of it. How he shifted, long fingers playing with the length of his dark hair. She remembered him in Paqualis III when they spoke of mutual desires. His confidence and surety were easily some of his more charismatic traits, along with his coolheadedness, the mutual aloofness they shared in the face of the galaxy. Seeing him in rare moments of being unguarded, anxious even, was a shocking warmth in her.
He cared.
"Should I be?" she asked, stepping forward to close the distance. She paused looking up into silvers as though considering something. Slowly, she reached a hand up, settling it over his own. "No. In fact..." Her lips quirked. "I am proud to walk by your side, Sevrin. I'm sorry... I just didn't want you to be dragged into a world of tabloids. You had mentioned it before, so I thought..." she hesitated again, then gave a light huff of self-deprecating laughter. Her hand began to withdraw, brows drawn in over amber eyes, "that you would have been embarrassed to be around me. What attention might be given to you..."
A faint smile touched her lips as she reached up again, this time to thread her fingers together with his. "No. I am not. You are..." she hesitated. The words threatened to fall from her lips, so many of them, but none of them seemed to fit. Instead, through the bond, she shared her emotions with him. The hidden joy of hearing her name on his lips. The shower, seeing his hair down, him standing over her in the sparring ring. The intense stare of his eyes when he left the Nar Shaddaa apartment, asking her to stay. Through it all, the joy, the sense of peace and contentment, the hidden worry when he left, and the relief when he returned. Brief flashes, but enough to show what she couldn't yet put into words.
@Sreeya