So transparent that he's almost invisible, as she had once told him. At that point, she had been infuriated by it. Right now, she has come to expect it. This is how they work and even if she might have it in mind to make him wait just a while longer for that particular endeavor, it might not mean she will make him wait for everything.
Though, in all fairness, her lips haven't exactly recovered since their first mutual kiss.
"Is that what this is?" she asks, continuing their normal banter rather than draw attention to what's on both of their minds or the state of her lips. As though she had no idea what a vacation really was. For all anyone else knew, perhaps she didn't. Maybe she had long ago lost the definition of a vacation or holiday or anything like that. "And here I thought we had come for work."
She hadn't and he knows it, but really it does just add credence to his gentle needling. In her prime, she had only taken a vacation for a week once every seven years. Who knows if that has changed?
Pursing her lips, she shifts just slightly, the fingers of one hand barely drifting closer to him until they gently rest over his hand. No words spared towards what she's doing. Just the small action itself that speaks very little but says so much. Apparently, she is relaxing. Slowly, little by little, the tension eases from her and she allows herself, with Nikola of all people, to feel as she has not allowed herself to feel in years. Over an entire century.
The bonus with Nikola is that she won't be losing him anytime soon. Or ever, if she has anything to say about it. She won't lose him, not again. Her feelings for him have turned far too strong for her to survive losing him, too.
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Though, in all fairness, her lips haven't exactly recovered since their first mutual kiss.
"Is that what this is?" she asks, continuing their normal banter rather than draw attention to what's on both of their minds or the state of her lips. As though she had no idea what a vacation really was. For all anyone else knew, perhaps she didn't. Maybe she had long ago lost the definition of a vacation or holiday or anything like that. "And here I thought we had come for work."
She hadn't and he knows it, but really it does just add credence to his gentle needling. In her prime, she had only taken a vacation for a week once every seven years. Who knows if that has changed?
Pursing her lips, she shifts just slightly, the fingers of one hand barely drifting closer to him until they gently rest over his hand. No words spared towards what she's doing. Just the small action itself that speaks very little but says so much. Apparently, she is relaxing. Slowly, little by little, the tension eases from her and she allows herself, with Nikola of all people, to feel as she has not allowed herself to feel in years. Over an entire century.
The bonus with Nikola is that she won't be losing him anytime soon. Or ever, if she has anything to say about it. She won't lose him, not again. Her feelings for him have turned far too strong for her to survive losing him, too.