[ silva knows fear, he knows what it does to people. as much as she tries to hide it (and she does, bless her), he knows she's afraid. it's a product of their time spent together, and her circumstances, her past; she's lived in fear all her life, so why should now be any different? he's certainly not helping the situation, never made it a priority to—which is exactly why he values her so much. caged dragons are still dragons, and it would be remiss of him to let her get too comfortable. that's not what this relationship is for. ]
Mm-hm, you thought. [ there it is again, that pitying noise—but this time with lowered eyes, pursed lips, a tightening of the jaw. little, minute nods. then he drops his head with a dramatic sigh, letting it hang from his shoulders in mock disappointment. ] No, I'm sorry.
[ he rises abruptly, crooking his fingers in a swift, perfunctory motion, before turning and walking toward the lavish bedroom. ] Come with me.
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Mm-hm, you thought. [ there it is again, that pitying noise—but this time with lowered eyes, pursed lips, a tightening of the jaw. little, minute nods. then he drops his head with a dramatic sigh, letting it hang from his shoulders in mock disappointment. ] No, I'm sorry.
[ he rises abruptly, crooking his fingers in a swift, perfunctory motion, before turning and walking toward the lavish bedroom. ] Come with me.