Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[She likes him when he's smiling, both wide and small, but there's something appealing about the warm and serious look as well. It's not exactly calm, she can see that behind his eyes, but it's... something. It's something she doesn't know how to define, and that makes her uncomfortable. She doesn't know why there are suddenly these blind spots - if it has to do with wishes or the hotel... or simply because she's involved in it herself. It leaves her somehow less than she usually is, a spinning gyroscope that wobbles just a hair out of balance. It carves a line between her brows as she tries to right herself again.
It's a different way to be held, his hands on her waist. She's used to the sharing of space with him - of sitting close and tucking her toes beneath his leg and of hugs. There have been other people that she's touched and who have touched her. People she's taken, who have needed a held hand or an embrace. People she's danced with at any number of gatherings. Even more than that, on her days of living and dying, she's been with others - close and intimate and physical. But it's never quite been for her. Not truly. And to have it now is different and new and (wrapped up with all the other problems) a little frightening. She covers it with a laugh, and shakes her head.] Who doesn't?