Re: Quicklog: Witch Sibs
[There was no fight in the loosened grip of his fingers as he let Destiny snag the bottle for herself, since he was busy licking the lingering drops of sharp-sweetness from his lips and squeezing his eyes shut against the raised eyebrows that he could just feel radiating across the space between them. One of his arms came up so that he could hide his eyes behind the crook of an elbow and the other buried itself in his hair, twisting dark strands between his fingers and tugging in self-directed frustration.
He could hear the unspoken part of her question and groaned a little, feeling a hot flush of guilt and embarrassment even over the warmth that always buzzed at a middling level just under the surface of his skin.] He already knew about what I do for a living.
[Which wasn't the same as answering her question, obviously, but it felt enough like a brace against what he knew was coming even as he reached out through the dark of his closed eyes and took the bottle back and went for another swig.]