Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
"But why?" Was there a reason that it went awry? Did magic play by some unknown rules? They didn't know - magic wasn't part of who they were, except for that consistently shifting appearance in response to who they were with at any particular point in time.
And as for enjoying the way that nature overtook the man-made train, they shook their head a bit, dark, thick braid down to the middle of their back swaying gently back and forth. "I don't really get out in nature much. But it's beautiful, like this. You made it... gorgeous." Their voice was breath and awe for the moment, and lips curved to reflect the woman's smile. Fingertips found fingertips, and Haven slid their hand into the woman's lacing slim fingers together, their own tipped by nails that showed the ragged edges of nervous biting.
They would have agreed anyway, needing so little prompting to say yes, but it was the thought of hiding from the world that made them close their eyes for a moment and shiver in what was almost delight. "Yes. Please." Eyes open again, wide and liquid, and face settling into something pretty, and when the woman stepped forward, Haven had to tip their head back to look up at her.