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[bolderfell]

THERION
UN: TEALEAF22

STATUS: Undergraduate Student

ACCOLADES: I can hold a handstand for ten minutes.

BIO: 20. M. Scorpio. I don't hate long walks on the beach, but you're gonna get sand everywhere, you know.

© TESSISAMESS

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[strings_theory]

[Yep, that's what she thought he'd do. And she's absolutely frowning at him, maybe this will work...]

I just need your arm for a second, trust me for once. It's nothing bad.

[bolderfell]

[Whether it'd be good for him or not, letting his guard down isn't something that comes easily to Therion, especially when he's already out of sorts. Even with her assurances, it takes him a moment to decide.

In the end, though, he sighs through his nose and holds that arm she wanted out, palm-up, towards her.]

Jolyne Cujoh, a liar

[strings_theory]

[Good.

Because she's a liar and just going to take his wrist gently in one hand and then absolutely turn shit around to try and get a quick cheek peck.

The second she does or doesn't get that is when she lets go and is up and moving again. Mostly to compose herself and unlock that door if he feels the need to flee. She's not sure why she's doing that, but something in her is telling her that she's probably pushed her luck far enough that a retreat would be necessary.]

HOW WILL HE EVER TRUST AGAIN

[bolderfell]

[Therion's powers are finely tuned for dodging knives and punches. Not soft schoolyard kisses.

Jolyne disengages and he jumps back, hand up and over his face--not where her lips landed, but where the heat's rushing up to the surface. Turns out he's not too dark-skinned to blush.

He looks like he might say something, like he's trying to think of something to say, but he finally just clears his throat and makes his escape quick. Once he's safely out in the hall, he glances back, taking another breath like he'd like to get the last word in...

But then he just hides his whole face in his hand, too flustered even to speak, and hurries off.]