As soon as they step foot into
The library , she physically
––—— all the tension that her
Body held ? Fell away within an
Instant .
Letting go of his hand , she sets
Down her tray on the nearby
Table . A soft sight of content
Escapes her .
" This is my favorite spot . "
they arrive at the library hand—in—hand , & it’s a place he’s rather homely at. he appreciates the silence , but he’s coming to find that he doesn’t mind the noise of connection. “ hmm——— you go here a lot ? ” he whispers , »
She takes that as her okay ,
That smile of hers widens ;
Taking hold of his hand . .
She pulls him along with
Her .
It was said . . An 𝑼𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 always
Thrives on attention . . But for
Fleur ? It was a front . A way to
Make her sister proud . She'd
Much rather be
“ can i ? ” it’s unclear if he’s asking if he can take a cupcake , or if she’d be okay with him following her———a little bit of both , maybe ; he deals with machines better than he does humans. and maybe , just maybe , he cares »
Once she realizes he doesn't
Want one , she pulls the tray
Back . Optics trail over him . .
A beat of silence rests between
Them before she speaks back
Up .
" I was just making my
Rounds , if you would
Like to walk with me ? "
She moves to place the
Tray in one hand ;
his eyes don’t focus much on the cupcakes until she showcases them , & even then he doesn’t have to look very hard to tell that they’re 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 , if not the best. “ oh , you gotta do what gotta do , i guess. ” there’s a »
The sight of him , stops her
In her tracks ; her signature
Smile tugging at the corner
Of her lips .
Baking 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ? She had never
Stopped . Her demeanor only
Brightens as she turns to face
Him fully .
" Got to give the people . .
—— freshly baked goodness
Right ? "
a neutral expression & a neural demeanor paints his visage , as per usual———a tad detached from reality , even. … the sight of pink locks and prettily decorated cupcakes pulls him out his bubble , though ; he stops in his tracks , »