[There's enough light, low as it is, that the red on her cheeks stands out against her pale skin. Ivar may be blind, but Letha has only one man to base her experience on and that may be a bit worse. Her feelings are stronger than they had been for Aristeo, and she's bolder knowing this is her choice... and it almost hurts that he seems to keep teasing her without making his stance known.]
You'll have to come along... the next time I try to dance with death.
[She reaches up to touch his hand, her fingers tracing over his skin before slipping into the spaces between his fingers. There's just a tiny moment of hesitation, before she guides him to touch her cheek instead. To touch her as much as he would let her convince him to.]
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Date: 2017-04-19 04:55 am (UTC)You'll have to come along... the next time I try to dance with death.
[She reaches up to touch his hand, her fingers tracing over his skin before slipping into the spaces between his fingers. There's just a tiny moment of hesitation, before she guides him to touch her cheek instead. To touch her as much as he would let her convince him to.]