[He's sure she has some kind of a plan, but he had never anticipated just how much being restrained like this would affect him. Ignis twitches against the fabric around his wrists, instinctively wanting to touch her and finding his pulse stuttering each time he's rendered unable to do so. His breathing quickens, carefully held when she kisses him, and then--
That is not a question he expected to be asked.
The answer doesn't come immediately. He looks at her, quietly searching her expression for... for what? For the briefest moment, he draws his lower lip between his teeth in a long-shaken demonstration of rattled nerves, then his lips quirk into a small smile.
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Date: 2018-06-19 08:05 pm (UTC)That is not a question he expected to be asked.
The answer doesn't come immediately. He looks at her, quietly searching her expression for... for what? For the briefest moment, he draws his lower lip between his teeth in a long-shaken demonstration of rattled nerves, then his lips quirk into a small smile.
He nods.]