[ it should be strange, maybe, holding onto him this tightly, being this openly affectionate, when she's only just met him. but it doesn't even register that way, it's not a concern. it even takes her a short while before she loosens her grip and steps back, just a little bit with her hands still on his shoulders, so she can look at him properly again. again! probably a little strange, making direct eye-contact like this, but she ends up giving him a loopy grin after just a few seconds ]
I can't quite get over your face, darling, I'm sorry- I promise I'll stop this in a few minutes, just a little while. Though I must admit, I'm a little jealous you look more like James than me, even though our eyes really do match, wow. He's going to lose his mind when he sees you. In a good way, I promise. [ despite the apology, she doesn't sound sorry, she sounds... completely smitten, in a way. the surrealness of the situation hasn't worn off yet. ] It must be so odd seeing me like this. This young, I mean, same as you. About the same, at least? I'm eighteen years old. Please tell me you're not older. [ there's another laugh, and then she's shaking her head ] It's not even important, it's not. As long as it's not too wonky for you.
[ deep breaths, Lily. rambling his face off isn't the best way to go about this. so she takes a second to sober herself, looking him over again, though she can't help the way she reaches up towards his hair, a quick bubble of a laugh forming because- ] I am so sorry you ended up with your father's mop. You wear it well, of course, but it's as if it's got a mind of its own sometimes, right?
[ and that's when she notices it, vaguely, at least. his scar. her eyes make that tell-tale dip from his hair to his forehead, and even though she catches herself quickly, there was still a pause, curious. it's not a birthmark, it's too distinct- but. hm. no, she will not be asking her son if he managed to get into a flying accident or something, you don't ask hey, where'd you get that scar? the first time you meet someone, but now she's curious. a little bit. she's feeling protective already! oh boy. ]
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I can't quite get over your face, darling, I'm sorry- I promise I'll stop this in a few minutes, just a little while. Though I must admit, I'm a little jealous you look more like James than me, even though our eyes really do match, wow. He's going to lose his mind when he sees you. In a good way, I promise. [ despite the apology, she doesn't sound sorry, she sounds... completely smitten, in a way. the surrealness of the situation hasn't worn off yet. ] It must be so odd seeing me like this. This young, I mean, same as you. About the same, at least? I'm eighteen years old. Please tell me you're not older. [ there's another laugh, and then she's shaking her head ] It's not even important, it's not. As long as it's not too wonky for you.
[ deep breaths, Lily. rambling his face off isn't the best way to go about this. so she takes a second to sober herself, looking him over again, though she can't help the way she reaches up towards his hair, a quick bubble of a laugh forming because- ] I am so sorry you ended up with your father's mop. You wear it well, of course, but it's as if it's got a mind of its own sometimes, right?
[ and that's when she notices it, vaguely, at least. his scar. her eyes make that tell-tale dip from his hair to his forehead, and even though she catches herself quickly, there was still a pause, curious. it's not a birthmark, it's too distinct- but. hm. no, she will not be asking her son if he managed to get into a flying accident or something, you don't ask hey, where'd you get that scar? the first time you meet someone, but now she's curious. a little bit. she's feeling protective already! oh boy. ]