[ Trahearne wasn't even looking at her chest, but when she crosses her arms over it, he whips his head away. He doesn't care--the sight doesn't affect him--but out of respect for her. And it's now that he takes the time to look down at himself, seeing that he is entirely bare all the way down his front.
Oh. Oh no.
He stills himself, trying to calm himself as he regrows his coverings on his bare parts. And as he does so, he thinks.
... ]
We...
[ He almost glances over his shoulder, but stops himself. ]
I think we were under some sort of spell.
[ He remembers intense adoration, intense affection, months, years of a relationship bottled into one single day.
And--
Not once had he thought of Syrlya.
The thought shocks him. A familiar, comfortable ache in his chest clenches when he realizes this, and a hand comes to cover his mouth. ]
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Oh. Oh no.
He stills himself, trying to calm himself as he regrows his coverings on his bare parts. And as he does so, he thinks.
... ]
We...
[ He almost glances over his shoulder, but stops himself. ]
I think we were under some sort of spell.
[ He remembers intense adoration, intense affection, months, years of a relationship bottled into one single day.
And--
Not once had he thought of Syrlya.
The thought shocks him. A familiar, comfortable ache in his chest clenches when he realizes this, and a hand comes to cover his mouth. ]