Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
What's the thrill in that though? [It's a mumble, as she looks down, as her cheeks burn underneath his touch -- a forced one, she tells herself, because as much as he likes to say that this is a dance, she still worries that there's more on her side than his. That this? It's all pity, or all circumstantial, or him trying to nudge her in a certain direction because of fate. She worries about all of that, anxiety and paranoia and damage fucking her up completely. Because who could even stand to be around a woman like her? She is a fucking mess.
But, while she's mulling over how fucked she is, she feels a foreign touch to her lips, and her head jerks up. Blue eyes wide and curious for a moment. Her heart rate doubles, triples even, and despite herself, the corners of her mouth twitch up as he runs his thumbs over her bottom lip. And there's a look in her blue eyes, like she knows at least she wants more, but instead she steps into the hug completely. Pressing her body against his so there's no room between the two. She digs her nose into the crook of his neck, and she unabashedly clings to him for a moment before her hands slide across his shoulders and up his neck, tangling her fingers in his slightly messy hair. Ignoring, of course, the fact that he's in robes instead of any sort of normal clothes.]