Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[She watches him still, meeting his gaze with her own until he touches her, and then her eyes shift down to watch his fingers along her arm. Her own expression shifts again, each time something so subtle, the faintest trace of exasperation at him, but she loosens her hold on her own leg and turns her wrist to leave her palm open to his fingers.
But before they can settle, she's moving, more motion than her silent appearance. It's hard to tell how, but she's on the bottom step and moving downward for a moment before she's sitting cross-legged on his kitchen island.] There was a queen. Young and beautiful... [Her voice is firmer, steadier. The tone that says 'This is a story'.]