[ He doesn't answer her straight away. For a stretch, there's just silence β or rather, the sound of his footsteps, heavier than they usually are, taking them both down the hall.
The light in the planetarium is a dreamy purple when he carries her inside, nudging the door open with his shoulder and letting it fall closed behind him as he moves them toward one of the two-seaters. The pale hue of the fabric changes with the shifting of the false sky, the shifting of the painted stars and planets. It's plush, soft, giving way without protest under Shadowheart's weight. As good a temporary reprieve as any other place in the manor. His hands only leave her once he's certain she's settled. ]
If it's what you really wantβ
[ And he's not certain it is, not really. But that's not what he says, and it's the sound of tearing fabric that fills the room, first. A ribbon of fabric ripping free of his shirt, long enough to bind around her opened knuckles. ]
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The light in the planetarium is a dreamy purple when he carries her inside, nudging the door open with his shoulder and letting it fall closed behind him as he moves them toward one of the two-seaters. The pale hue of the fabric changes with the shifting of the false sky, the shifting of the painted stars and planets. It's plush, soft, giving way without protest under Shadowheart's weight. As good a temporary reprieve as any other place in the manor. His hands only leave her once he's certain she's settled. ]
If it's what you really wantβ
[ And he's not certain it is, not really. But that's not what he says, and it's the sound of tearing fabric that fills the room, first. A ribbon of fabric ripping free of his shirt, long enough to bind around her opened knuckles. ]
βask me for it again.