Thread: Boundary Lines (Father & Nym)

Her first reaction upon hearing the distant click in the lock of the door had been to turn her back to it, to act as if she had gotten the wrong number and flee. But she remained still with her gaze locked between her feet, even as his eyes fell upon her in complete silence, she did not move. Not more than to lift her head to look at him after the first few seconds, her eyes widening contra his narrowing ones. For a moment she wished the floor would consume her, swallow up her body and let her disappear. That it would take her back to a familiar place, a situation she could handle. Had he expected something different? Did he not like what she was wearing, was she too short? Whatever he was thinking, it was hard for her to judge, being so used to words filling in the blanks for her. He was most certainly not a stranger, but his eyes were speaking a foreign language, one she did not know how to interpret. Desperate to do something - to break the silence, just anything - she parted her lips with the intention to speak. That was when he moved. The first touch was gentle, almost shy, and entirely unselfish. It made her body stiffen in anticipation, a state in which it remained until he had his warm frame pressed against hers. She blinked rapidly for a moment, closed her dumb mouth that had been kept open in case she would find something to say, and exhaled slowly. Whether it had been his intention to trick her mind or not was irrelevant, for she was finally in his arms, finally feeling that reassuring kiss she had been waiting for. It was warm, tender, welcoming, just like she had imagined. Hi, she managed to squeeze out, wishing so dearly that she had rehearsed this type of scenario. That she had thought of such a simple thing as a proper greeting. A soft giggle escaped her and at once her body relaxed against his, finally allowing her to elaborate. I'm so happy to be here, she breathed quietly, overwhelmed by his words and unable to express whatever thoughts were on her mind, quick to wipe her wide smile off before he pulled back. Blue eyes turned to peek through the doorway as she stepped inside, barely reacting to the sound when he shut the door behind her. Perhaps she had expected to enter a world of whips, leather and chains, and perhaps that was why those eyes that had strained so much a moment ago now studied the room with such curiosity. A hand reached out to touch the wall, then the surface of the desk, little steps allowing her to get familiar with her surroundings, making sure everything was indeed exactly what it seemed to be. A glance through the window told her little about where they were, but still she lingered there for a moment. It was hard to believe he was standing in the room behind her. Everything about him was genuinely and thoroughly human, and it was all but disappointing. After all, it was exactly what she was there for. Him, the way he was, without any shortcuts or detours. It was good, thank you, she replied but kept her voice rather low, clearly trying to hide an accent that was hard to place on the map in her stiff formality. Albeit vague it still clung to her words, mainly showing in the pace of them. No matter how much effort she put in, it was always hard to adjust her voice properly, and more often than not it was best to give up and take the time to allow things to come naturally. And there was plenty of time for that. So she tried to ignore the little flaw as her body slowly turned, the girl giving the bed a quick glance before deciding to remain standing. The room was not his home, but she was all but the type of person who would take the liberty to make herself comfortable so soon, especially not when she barely knew what to say. Relax, Aira , the voice in her head echoed, and she made an honest attempt to listen to it. No, there was no reason to act as if they had never held a conversation before, but then again, seeing each other in the flesh was entirely new. She knew him well enough to know that he already understood the reason behind her lack of words, or at least accepted it, and it took some of the pressure away. Nevertheless, she hated the silence. Sighing softly she walked back to the desk, leaning against it with her hands behind her back, tempted to prop herself up on it but remaining idle. It's so strange to see you, she admitted shyly, before briefly shaking her head. I mean... How are you? I had some food on the way, but maybe you're hungry, or tired... Another soft, gentle laughter escaped her full lips, one hand absentmindedly tapping the wooden surface behind her, a skittish habit. I'm sorry. You're just so...real.