[ It isn't often that people get this close to her and when they do, their proximity is often followed by rough hands on her shoulders or the unwelcome crush of a man's mouth against hers. (—Dontos had reeked of the cheapest wines while Petyr had breath that smelled of mint and Marillion had wreaked of mulling spices, his smile wide as he spoke of forcing himself upon him as if it were a refrain to one of his songs—) But Isaac — he hovers halfway between expectation and restraint, one arm extended to tether himself to the doorframe as Alayne finds herself bridging that distance regardless. Her face franes forward, her expression blossoming like the face of the flower having suddenly found the sun. But when she comes close, she doesn't kiss him, just lets the moth wing of her lashes brush the rise of his cheek, a hand reaching for the nape of his neck to draw him into an embrace.
There is comfort in familiarity, in rediscovering things long since lost. COMPASS had given her the Striders, then Gwen Stacy, then Lucrezia — but in time had taken those things away as well, leaving Alayne more bruised and aching than before. Even though she wishes her touch to be gentle, it is colored by that loss and so she clings rather than holds. They had never been close during their time aboard the Tranquility — never as close as this, at least — but with the mark of the ship comes a sudden intimacy. ]
Yes, [ she says quietly, her voice hushed now that her mouth is near to the shell of his ear. Lady, who has perked at the mention of Alayne's name, now sits at attention, waiting her turn with him. ] 'Tis I, and 'tis you as well.
I am not a stranger with a familiar face. I promise, I am your Alayne.
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There is comfort in familiarity, in rediscovering things long since lost. COMPASS had given her the Striders, then Gwen Stacy, then Lucrezia — but in time had taken those things away as well, leaving Alayne more bruised and aching than before. Even though she wishes her touch to be gentle, it is colored by that loss and so she clings rather than holds. They had never been close during their time aboard the Tranquility — never as close as this, at least — but with the mark of the ship comes a sudden intimacy. ]
Yes, [ she says quietly, her voice hushed now that her mouth is near to the shell of his ear. Lady, who has perked at the mention of Alayne's name, now sits at attention, waiting her turn with him. ] 'Tis I, and 'tis you as well.
I am not a stranger with a familiar face. I promise, I am your Alayne.