[ Jason was not the first she offered her care, skills, and time to. The immortal had gone through hell and back in the years she was a mere human – but there was one thing for certain now: that pain was buried under centuries of others. Names, faces, events that made her happy for brief, fleeting moments before being lost to time.
Was he another one that will be outlived by the ticking of a clock? Most likely – C.C. isn't religious enough to believe in miracles but... she was still just a woman. Still one that felt loneliness, felt sadness and pity and believed that maybe there was a chance Jason could be the one to grant her wish.
Seeing Jason fumble over words was new as of a friend weeks, maybe. Possibly one of the most recent times she took a hit for him like a literal shield – and in that moment, she knew there was a new tension tugging them together. They had not cared about any modesty, focused on goals or just lounging around without a second glance. The mission, the one Jason feels in the root of his heart, far more important than indulging.
Time crawls to a standstill by the time he disproves her thoughts on him – as he undresses just as casually as she does! There's no way he'll get away without a scoff on her end as she sits upright and scoots her back on the opposite side of the tub. It's clear what was going to happen and those golden eyes don't break from him. Yes, she watches him as if trying to shame him silently. ]
I made vows to you. You know this. [ Not promises or contracts, but vows that were true to her nature. He knows she gives with little to ask for in return (seemingly). When he shifts the water up and joins in the luke-warm pool they've claimed as their own after long nights... C.C. feels the water push up to the underside of her breasts, her knees pulling up for her head to prop against, cheek sideways and her eyes on him curiously. ] When was the last time you even had a bath? You've taken hour-long showers as long as I've known you.
[ And she never let anyone encroach upon her personal space as long as he's known her. She was guarded most of the time, but now they sit naked in a tub, looking at each other as if they're on opposite sides of a chess board. Too bad she doesn't like playing that game much. It disinterests her, so she asks plainly: ]
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Was he another one that will be outlived by the ticking of a clock? Most likely – C.C. isn't religious enough to believe in miracles but... she was still just a woman. Still one that felt loneliness, felt sadness and pity and believed that maybe there was a chance Jason could be the one to grant her wish.
Seeing Jason fumble over words was new as of a friend weeks, maybe. Possibly one of the most recent times she took a hit for him like a literal shield – and in that moment, she knew there was a new tension tugging them together. They had not cared about any modesty, focused on goals or just lounging around without a second glance. The mission, the one Jason feels in the root of his heart, far more important than indulging.
Time crawls to a standstill by the time he disproves her thoughts on him – as he undresses just as casually as she does! There's no way he'll get away without a scoff on her end as she sits upright and scoots her back on the opposite side of the tub. It's clear what was going to happen and those golden eyes don't break from him. Yes, she watches him as if trying to shame him silently. ]
I made vows to you. You know this. [ Not promises or contracts, but vows that were true to her nature. He knows she gives with little to ask for in return (seemingly). When he shifts the water up and joins in the luke-warm pool they've claimed as their own after long nights... C.C. feels the water push up to the underside of her breasts, her knees pulling up for her head to prop against, cheek sideways and her eyes on him curiously. ] When was the last time you even had a bath? You've taken hour-long showers as long as I've known you.
[ And she never let anyone encroach upon her personal space as long as he's known her. She was guarded most of the time, but now they sit naked in a tub, looking at each other as if they're on opposite sides of a chess board. Too bad she doesn't like playing that game much. It disinterests her, so she asks plainly: ]
Are you feeling lonely tonight?