Marius turns his hands palms-up to hers. Despite all the swinging around on his arms and tugging at his sleeve she's done in the past, there's something so very unexpected and gentle about this. In her mind's eye, how often has she imagined Marius taking her hand? He has rounded writing callouses, but they're softer hands than hers, the hands of a student who can afford to keep himself inside, and she almost snatches hers back in shame.
How ridiculous she is! What a stupid, stupid girl.
He looks at her with such wonder and grief and she can't understand any of it, and she twines her fingers with his for his own benefit, tipping her head to listen.
"Four years," she breathes, and shakes her head. This is all mad. But if she looks at him, she can see the changes; has already if she's honest about it. His eyes are a little older, his hair is different. Perhaps not so much that she'd guess it, but none of this makes any sense. "How --"
"And you say you came from after the barricades...? So," she tries for a little grin, insouciance easier than uncertainty. "I didn't let you get in too much trouble, after all."
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Date: 2017-12-10 07:11 am (UTC)How ridiculous she is! What a stupid, stupid girl.
He looks at her with such wonder and grief and she can't understand any of it, and she twines her fingers with his for his own benefit, tipping her head to listen.
"Four years," she breathes, and shakes her head. This is all mad. But if she looks at him, she can see the changes; has already if she's honest about it. His eyes are a little older, his hair is different. Perhaps not so much that she'd guess it, but none of this makes any sense. "How --"
"And you say you came from after the barricades...? So," she tries for a little grin, insouciance easier than uncertainty. "I didn't let you get in too much trouble, after all."