@GentleTrimmer From playful to . . two frowning eyes. Not in anger or disgust, but mostly confusion. Recollecting what he can of the wild journey that took him to Akira to begin with .
Squeezing her hand in that mutual hold .
"Your palms are optimistic. It's something in a world of nothing ."
Slotting a strip of scarlet leather between two delicate pages the hue of sand, closing the book that he's spent the last hour scouring every line of, before standing up to deposit it within the closest bookshelf .
Just kinda staring at it, instead of @GentleTrimmer .
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@GentleTrimmer of his palm meeting hers directly. Fingers interlocking between each other's .
"It's . . hard to remember. I don't think anything that happened could've been predicted with a quick look to my hands .
It works with normal people, I think .
But you know me, I'm not . . ." —
@GentleTrimmer There are things that can only be said within four walls of knowing nobody can listen .
Still just touching her hand while looking down at it .
Fingertip circling a random part of her palm .
"And all this says your cooking is good . . ."
It's bullshit, but he means it .
@GentleTrimmer His own nervous, introspective look beginning to shine through the surface .
His fingertip is less tracing the fine lines and seams of her palms now, and more just rubbing against them to seek some kind of comfort .
Looking at the window again. Freedom has its pros and cons. —
@GentleTrimmer Eyes scanning back up at her. Probably not ecstatic over that .
. . . 💧
Holding his own palm out, to expose the same line imprinted across his .
"Here. These two lines .
Did you have these before Elysium . . ?"
A typical Levi pause .
"It's lifelines . . . means children ."
@GentleTrimmer "This line, here ."
His finger brushing over a particularly subtle stitching of skin that spanned her entire palm .
"It's exclusive to those who have taken a life. In Reanan folklore, knights were immune. It's said these were marks of dishonor, from those who held knives ." —
@GentleTrimmer "Mother could always read palms.
Priorities were . . . different ."
Memories too hurtful for his wandering gaze to commit to reliving beyond mere mention .
"But I'm curious .
About you. About yours ."
A quick passing glance at the windows too. He doesn't wanna waste the —
"Nobody is doing anything today ."
Finally setting those hues to Noana's direction, before a shoulder shrug surrendered the lie he had put forward .
"Everyone's either at some colosseum or rolling dice on a table playing little wargames of Scarlets & Saboteurs ."
Nerd shit .
studies, journals and books that tower from the floor to the ceiling amidst a few sturdy wooden racks .
Books that range from the art of war, to the sciences of logistics. But so too, are there passings of literature and fiction .
Humming .
Discontented .
B o r e d o m . —