robin shouldn't try to read any of it and spare him his privacy. the scars don't seem pleasant — obviously. what she could glean from touching them aren't likely to be pleasant either.
she touches him anyway. she reads his reactions. even now, harmony flows out of her in a slow, subtle tuning, some musicality to be found in the way her fingers map his body, a distant, emotional crescendo that must skew each heartbeat to feel as if it's from something else. and then suddenly it's calming, coaxing. he still feels like he's uncomfortable, and she can't blame him when she can see flashes of blood and vast, hungry mouths to go with every scar, how it's difficult to filter what must've once caused his injuries from how he might feel, now, with her hands on his marked skin.
there's knotting tension that feels almost formative as she's leafing through the corners of his mind. she must be trying to work it out of his psyche the way her thumb is working the knot of some muscle in his side, how she's... carefully... hooking into the waistband of his slacks with a little hitch of breathing for his hand landing somewhere on her hip in turn. )
... Mister Aki.
( a little laugh accompanies it, because she realizes it's uncanny, mister like there's any distance left between her and his half-naked body. )
Mister Hayakawa? ( but she tries it again, a little breathy this time, and thinks it has to be a kindness. otherwise helping him now, to save him from some curse and some poverty, isn't a kindness at all but an excuse. ) Or... do I call you Aki?
( she doesn't help him with her clothes. granted she doesn't bat his hand away either, and only turns a faint shade of red as he has to struggle; after all, it took more than that for her to figure out the corset, and she had been just as alone.
it isn't her focus. it's harder to think of what comes next when there's no sense of urgency, and there's only his blue eyes and his kindness and the feeling that he would do this for her, would do more for her, if she only asked. he's taken scars for less. she bites her lip. )
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robin shouldn't try to read any of it and spare him his privacy. the scars don't seem pleasant — obviously. what she could glean from touching them aren't likely to be pleasant either.
she touches him anyway. she reads his reactions. even now, harmony flows out of her in a slow, subtle tuning, some musicality to be found in the way her fingers map his body, a distant, emotional crescendo that must skew each heartbeat to feel as if it's from something else. and then suddenly it's calming, coaxing. he still feels like he's uncomfortable, and she can't blame him when she can see flashes of blood and vast, hungry mouths to go with every scar, how it's difficult to filter what must've once caused his injuries from how he might feel, now, with her hands on his marked skin.
there's knotting tension that feels almost formative as she's leafing through the corners of his mind. she must be trying to work it out of his psyche the way her thumb is working the knot of some muscle in his side, how she's... carefully... hooking into the waistband of his slacks with a little hitch of breathing for his hand landing somewhere on her hip in turn. )
... Mister Aki.
( a little laugh accompanies it, because she realizes it's uncanny, mister like there's any distance left between her and his half-naked body. )
Mister Hayakawa? ( but she tries it again, a little breathy this time, and thinks it has to be a kindness. otherwise helping him now, to save him from some curse and some poverty, isn't a kindness at all but an excuse. ) Or... do I call you Aki?
( she doesn't help him with her clothes. granted she doesn't bat his hand away either, and only turns a faint shade of red as he has to struggle; after all, it took more than that for her to figure out the corset, and she had been just as alone.
it isn't her focus. it's harder to think of what comes next when there's no sense of urgency, and there's only his blue eyes and his kindness and the feeling that he would do this for her, would do more for her, if she only asked. he's taken scars for less. she bites her lip. )
Aki... could you please take a seat on the bed?