( Well, at least one of them can deal with emotions without wanting to squirm out of them. But she's a lot of better at it than she used to be, that even being at this place where she flushes and pushes him away is a damn sight better than shutting out the possibility entirely.
He kisses her and Kate doesn't pull back, leaning her forehead against his with the softest of playful smiles flitting across her face. )
[He deals with his emotions in this aspect of his life with far more ease than in many others. With Kate, it's never been difficult to be open, to express warmth and fondness for her, and to lean into every affection and smile she bestows on him.
She's frustrating, stubborn, hotheaded, but so wonderful, and he wouldn't change a thing about her.]
If there's anyone in this city who deserves the smiles she gives and the ease with which Kate shifts herself again, sitting in his lap with her legs stretched out and leaning her head back against his shoulder to look at the stars, it's him, for helping her latch on to some of the parts of herself Hadriel was starting to erode with its constant drama. Helping her find parts of herself, like the part that has her so easily relaxing against him, that she didn't even think she possessed.
Everything is quiet and still, and for once she doesn't feel the need to break that.
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He kisses her and Kate doesn't pull back, leaning her forehead against his with the softest of playful smiles flitting across her face. )
... You're not so bad.
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[He deals with his emotions in this aspect of his life with far more ease than in many others. With Kate, it's never been difficult to be open, to express warmth and fondness for her, and to lean into every affection and smile she bestows on him.
She's frustrating, stubborn, hotheaded, but so wonderful, and he wouldn't change a thing about her.]
You're not so bad, yourself.
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( Don't be sarcastic, Ignis. Gosh.
If there's anyone in this city who deserves the smiles she gives and the ease with which Kate shifts herself again, sitting in his lap with her legs stretched out and leaning her head back against his shoulder to look at the stars, it's him, for helping her latch on to some of the parts of herself Hadriel was starting to erode with its constant drama. Helping her find parts of herself, like the part that has her so easily relaxing against him, that she didn't even think she possessed.
Everything is quiet and still, and for once she doesn't feel the need to break that.
This is more than enough. )