PAN ♡ gavin fielding (pantastic) wrote in forgotten_gods, |
And in return he kidnapped that very hand, ran his thumb over the silken flesh and subtle veins stretched along the back, and then lifted that dainty paw to his lips to graze a chaste kiss against her knuckles. It was brief and lasted no more than a second, but it could have easily been mistaken for a gentlemanly gesture. And gentlemanly? Pan didn't do gentlemanly.
"It'll be okay," he assured her with a half-smile, making sure she looked at him as he said it, and meant it. What he was referring to, it was difficult to tell, but it could've meant a multitude of things. The shower, the situation with Narcissus -- whatever the situation was, but wasn't there always something wrong with that guy? -- the other things that might not have been okay but would eventually be. Comforting words never came to Pan easily, but he did what he could.