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Pink Lemonade - On the Cheek
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Timeframe : 1280
He’s got his bag slung over his shoulder, and he keeps readjusting his grip on the strap, fumbling for a proper hold with fingers that refuse to obey. But he’ll be damned if he’ll concede the next time Sethan offers to take it from him. He’s not that much of a cripple.
Sethan’s perched in the doorway, back braced against the frame, arms folded across his front, and one dark brow sharply raised as he looks back at him. But it’s Lyssa’s voice from behind that stops him short.
“Kairn?” She comes to a halt at the base of the stairs, her hand lingering on the rail.
“Lyssa.”
She curls a hand around the back of her neck, a gesture he’s come to recognize as one she picked up from Rune.
“Thought I’d say goodbye.”
“Oh. Right.” He gives a glance to the door to find Sethan seemingly preoccupied with the state of his own nails and turns back to Lyssa with a sigh.
“You were hoping to just slip out unnoticed?”
“I, uh, well, I figured I’d said everything I needed to last night.”
“Yeah.” She frowns at him for a moment. “So…you’re really going, then.”
Her eyes settle on his bag, and he makes another awkward attempt to wrap his hand around the strap before giving it up again. “There’s nothing left here…”
“I’ll miss you,” she says. Then she catches herself and makes a grab for his arm. “Not that I’m trying to get you to stay. I just…I will.”
Dodging her hand, Kairn watches it hang in the air, wondering what to say. No you won’t? I’ll miss you too? He settles for “You’ll be fine.” and leans in to press his lips lightly to her cheek. Not waiting for her to say anything more, he turns back to Sethan, who is finally looking his way. “Let’s go.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1280
He’s got his bag slung over his shoulder, and he keeps readjusting his grip on the strap, fumbling for a proper hold with fingers that refuse to obey. But he’ll be damned if he’ll concede the next time Sethan offers to take it from him. He’s not that much of a cripple.
Sethan’s perched in the doorway, back braced against the frame, arms folded across his front, and one dark brow sharply raised as he looks back at him. But it’s Lyssa’s voice from behind that stops him short.
“Kairn?” She comes to a halt at the base of the stairs, her hand lingering on the rail.
“Lyssa.”
She curls a hand around the back of her neck, a gesture he’s come to recognize as one she picked up from Rune.
“Thought I’d say goodbye.”
“Oh. Right.” He gives a glance to the door to find Sethan seemingly preoccupied with the state of his own nails and turns back to Lyssa with a sigh.
“You were hoping to just slip out unnoticed?”
“I, uh, well, I figured I’d said everything I needed to last night.”
“Yeah.” She frowns at him for a moment. “So…you’re really going, then.”
Her eyes settle on his bag, and he makes another awkward attempt to wrap his hand around the strap before giving it up again. “There’s nothing left here…”
“I’ll miss you,” she says. Then she catches herself and makes a grab for his arm. “Not that I’m trying to get you to stay. I just…I will.”
Dodging her hand, Kairn watches it hang in the air, wondering what to say. No you won’t? I’ll miss you too? He settles for “You’ll be fine.” and leans in to press his lips lightly to her cheek. Not waiting for her to say anything more, he turns back to Sethan, who is finally looking his way. “Let’s go.”