[ she's as easy to rile as thalia, but luke's never really had the chance to do so after she'd been turned into a tree. it's easy to fall back into the shoes of stirring someone up, just as long as they're not cursing him with some spell or to the river styx. it's all in good fun, him making things up, being a general pain in the ass. ]
[ it makes him feel better, less anxious, less like he's doing something wrong by not acting right now when his impulse is telling him to simply wreck the forest when his mind's telling him to be patient and wait. ]
[ the smile's evident in his voice. ] What if they're for you?
For me? [ For a moment, she's quiet, the silence rolling over her as she hesitates, trying to let her mind wrap around the idea. It's obvious that it's a joke - why would Luke write her a love letter? What would be the point, other than to tease her? - but the idea of it makes her pause and she blinks, trying to let it settle in her mind before she musters some kind of response.
Finally, she finds her voice again and she swallows, sitting up a little straighter. What a strange game they're playing, the two of them, and Hermione shifts before she speaks, trying not to let her embarrassment and her nerves flick into her voice whatsoever. ]
Then I definitely shouldn't proof read them, should I?
voice. locket.
[ it makes him feel better, less anxious, less like he's doing something wrong by not acting right now when his impulse is telling him to simply wreck the forest when his mind's telling him to be patient and wait. ]
[ the smile's evident in his voice. ] What if they're for you?
voice. locket.
Finally, she finds her voice again and she swallows, sitting up a little straighter. What a strange game they're playing, the two of them, and Hermione shifts before she speaks, trying not to let her embarrassment and her nerves flick into her voice whatsoever. ]
Then I definitely shouldn't proof read them, should I?