[ Sitting, Hermione watches him with a wary kind of confusion that doesn't really feel right on her shoulders. She's used to being trusting, to putting her faith in people even when it might be misguided, and adapting to the fact that she isn't sure where she can lay that kind of trust is a new concept for her. It's true that at home the lines of good and bad were blurred but she had known who she could trust and, even when her friends had disbelieved her, there had been a small sense of satisfaction in knowing that, most of the time, she was right.
It's harder here, in the Drabwurld, with expectations and clearer lines - at least, initially. The idea of Seelie against Unseelie had seemed so simple two years ago, when the battles were far out of sight and friendships were being made all over the place, but now? There was fighting and discontent, there were dangers everywhere, and she knew that there were people on either side that would be more than happy to see her dead and gone. She'd seen it barely a few months before, her nightmares still a prickle on the edge of her senses at times.
None of this makes knowing how to handle herself around Gilgamesh easier. She trusted Dorian who seemed to trust Gilgamesh, with a strange sort of camaraderie that came from their connection, their relationship, but she doesn't know if she can trust the man himself. After all that had happened between them she isn't sure how to handle herself around him, especially in situations where it was just the two of them.
He doesn't come into the room, despite her invitation, and she frowns as she pushes herself up and grabs her things. She's wary, of course, but there are some things that are obvious; the wand she shoves up her sleeve, the bag she picks up and the ring dangling around her neck. She might not be sure of Gilgamesh but Dorian was - and it was better to have a final lifeline than it was to regret not abusing it, surely. ]
Of course.
[ She isn't afraid of him, strangely enough. For all that he had hurt her and tried to use her he had never attacked her, despite the damning words he had thrown at her face in his anger. Hermione knows she had snapped too and, in her stubbornness, had said something that she didn't entirely mean even if the passion had been the basis of it. It was hard to come to terms with letting her anger get the better of her but it wasn't the first time - and knowing her own stubborn determination she's sure it wouldn't be the last time either. ]
Are you going to eat another dozen lemon cakes?
[ It's a gentle tease, trying to cast away some of the tension as she walks forward. For us, he said, the emphasis obvious, and Hermione knows that she walks to his side like a wary cat, smiling even as she keeps her wits about her. ]
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It's harder here, in the Drabwurld, with expectations and clearer lines - at least, initially. The idea of Seelie against Unseelie had seemed so simple two years ago, when the battles were far out of sight and friendships were being made all over the place, but now? There was fighting and discontent, there were dangers everywhere, and she knew that there were people on either side that would be more than happy to see her dead and gone. She'd seen it barely a few months before, her nightmares still a prickle on the edge of her senses at times.
None of this makes knowing how to handle herself around Gilgamesh easier. She trusted Dorian who seemed to trust Gilgamesh, with a strange sort of camaraderie that came from their connection, their relationship, but she doesn't know if she can trust the man himself. After all that had happened between them she isn't sure how to handle herself around him, especially in situations where it was just the two of them.
He doesn't come into the room, despite her invitation, and she frowns as she pushes herself up and grabs her things. She's wary, of course, but there are some things that are obvious; the wand she shoves up her sleeve, the bag she picks up and the ring dangling around her neck. She might not be sure of Gilgamesh but Dorian was - and it was better to have a final lifeline than it was to regret not abusing it, surely. ]
Of course.
[ She isn't afraid of him, strangely enough. For all that he had hurt her and tried to use her he had never attacked her, despite the damning words he had thrown at her face in his anger. Hermione knows she had snapped too and, in her stubbornness, had said something that she didn't entirely mean even if the passion had been the basis of it. It was hard to come to terms with letting her anger get the better of her but it wasn't the first time - and knowing her own stubborn determination she's sure it wouldn't be the last time either. ]
Are you going to eat another dozen lemon cakes?
[ It's a gentle tease, trying to cast away some of the tension as she walks forward. For us, he said, the emphasis obvious, and Hermione knows that she walks to his side like a wary cat, smiling even as she keeps her wits about her. ]