Re: Dress Shop
The soft word didn't make sense to her, and it took her a moment to realize that it likely wasn't English. "I don't know what that-" Her whisper started automatically, but stopped when she finally noticed the step forward. Her gaze came back up just as that slight buffer of personal space was truly invaded. Her eyes had gone wider, startled by the woman being so close, but she didn't step back. Oh, there was part of her that wanted to. But this body knew how to stand its ground in the face of just about anything.
It didn't, however, stop her eyes from shuttering closed for a long moment as that palm pressed to cheek. Her lashes looked dark enough to dust her cheeks with color, but her skin remained clean. She turned into the touch, just a breath, just a hair, just enough to respond to that pressure with a hint of her own. With her eyes still closed, she could almost imagine that this made sense. Because her words certainly did.
Because weren't they true? No matter what happened between now and when everything went back to normal, wouldn't there be something that someone was angry at her for? And wasn't the true owner of this body always angry at her? She could have sat alone in one of the mall's back rooms, and just the fact that it was this body she was in would cause problems. And the hand pressed to her cheek felt good. So good. In a body that responded and a mind that longed at times for such things... "She will be."
She didn't step away. She only opened her eyes and looked up to find that hint of not-quite familiar blue again.