Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
She looked around when he said they were starting there, her expression playful and mischievous, and she looked this way, and she looked that way, and then she looked back at him with cornflower eyes bright, bright. "Here?" she asked, as if the very thought shocked her, but it didn't, and she was just playing. "I think this is as good a place as any," she agreed, and she pretended to think and think and think. "We can be out for the evening, and we can stumble upon a magical amusement park, and..." She deliberately allowed the sentence to trail, and she looked at him curiously. "Do you think it would be a better story if there wasn't magic?" She hadn't read any books with magic, not that she could recall. She knew there were a lot of them, but she wasn't sure those were books about afters.
But he was looking really serious, and so she let her voice trail and quiet and hush, and then she was looking at him with a curious type of confusion, because she didn't know that expression on his face. Serious and seriouser, and she blinked slowly once he did speak, kind of unsure that she'd heard right.
She was surprised, but she didn't pull away from him, and she leaned her cheek against his hand a little. He didn't know what she was, and she believed that, and she didn't like lying. But she had to lie, and she had lied, and that was caught on her tongue as she looked at him, because how could she explain without confession? She looked uncertain, but it wasn't a pulling away type of uncertain, and he hadn't ruined anything. "I... Even with what I do for a living?" she asked, because it seemed a good start, and she brushed her hand from his shoulder down, over chest and belly, and then back up, and she swallowed nervously. "I... Okay, I can't explain, not really, not in a way that's going to make sense to you, but I don't know if I can feel that way." She sounded unsure, because she was unsure. "I read about love in books, and I watch it in movies, and I don't know what that feels like, and..." Again, she stopped, because she had a feeling she was getting it all wrong.
All wrong, and so she slid her fingers into his, because that seemed right. It felt right, and that was kind of all she had to go on. What felt right. "Why do you love me?" she finally asked, because it seemed important. She wasn't fishing, not really, she wasn't. "I'm not even sure who I am." Which, again, maybe sounded really, really cryptic. "I... I like spending time with you," she told him, because that was true. "But if you knew everything about me, everything, I don't think you'd say what you just said."