[ he feels his face crumple further at the insinuation it's fine if it's herself, words cut off and yet cutting deep in the same moment. he isn't...good with things like this, other people's grief, which is why his hands hesitate as he lets them hover over her shoulders, moments before they pull back as she turns to face him. the look on her face...he doesn't like it, and he's sure it shows. ]
W-What-? [ andrew fumbles a bit, watching her lift dirty fingernails to reveal her ear. her request clearly throws him off guard, eyes widening as rivulets of hot water stream down his face. ] You want me to-?!
[ he thinks...maybe, maybe he can understand. but she's asking something of him he'd never want to do, and he finds himself lifting shaky hands to push her hair out of her face, wrapping one around the hand brushing her earlobe. his thumb anxiously swipes over her cheek, red from the steam and the scrubbing, frown heavily marring his already scarred features. ]
I...I don't want to hurt you... [ no, never. the idea sinks deep in his gut and writhes uncomfortably, as if it brings up something he'd rather not remember. ] You- I'll do whatever else you want me to, j-just don't ask me to...cause you more harm.
[Although it had started out with a pleading stare, Fiona's features soften slowly by surely as Andrew worries over her. His touch is soothing despite being the complete opposite of what the priestess requested. Perhaps, she thinks, she was going down the wrong path. With him especially.]
...That's what I love about you. [Beneath the prickly, defensive walls he puts up, Andrew is gentle at his core.
So Fiona relents, quiet and closing her eyes to his touch, feeling the water wash away the sweat, dirt, and disgust. Overwriting the memory isn't an option anymore. As for overwhelming it...Possibly. Again, it's all up to Andrew. Which is why Fiona's voice ends up barely audible above the running shower:]
...Will you make love to me instead?
[She can only imagine that his frown will deepen at the request.]
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W-What-? [ andrew fumbles a bit, watching her lift dirty fingernails to reveal her ear. her request clearly throws him off guard, eyes widening as rivulets of hot water stream down his face. ] You want me to-?!
[ he thinks...maybe, maybe he can understand. but she's asking something of him he'd never want to do, and he finds himself lifting shaky hands to push her hair out of her face, wrapping one around the hand brushing her earlobe. his thumb anxiously swipes over her cheek, red from the steam and the scrubbing, frown heavily marring his already scarred features. ]
I...I don't want to hurt you... [ no, never. the idea sinks deep in his gut and writhes uncomfortably, as if it brings up something he'd rather not remember. ] You- I'll do whatever else you want me to, j-just don't ask me to...cause you more harm.
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...That's what I love about you. [Beneath the prickly, defensive walls he puts up, Andrew is gentle at his core.
So Fiona relents, quiet and closing her eyes to his touch, feeling the water wash away the sweat, dirt, and disgust. Overwriting the memory isn't an option anymore. As for overwhelming it...Possibly. Again, it's all up to Andrew. Which is why Fiona's voice ends up barely audible above the running shower:]
...Will you make love to me instead?
[She can only imagine that his frown will deepen at the request.]