The only thing that could possibly give her pause when faced with this man is entreaty. It isn't what she expects— when he opens his mouth to speak, Adeline draws a breath sharply into her lungs, as if bracing for impact— left to hold it as he speaks, nigh-begging in what she can tell is the only way he possibly can, and for the first time they see eachother. Earnestly. In that moment, Adeline sees a little deeper than his appearance, than his actions.
Her rosy mouth hangs open ever so slightly, attempting to call on words that won't come, but she realizes then that she has no idea what this man could possibly feel, or how to express something like that. She wouldn't dare to patronize this person with platitudes. When she opens the door, she's forgotten politeness entirely, not even offering an invitation. After what he's said, she doesn't think she needs to bother with something so... contrived.
Adeline looks up at him, her ears low against her head. She's afraid to voice her apology, but it's worn on her face regardless— and when he steps over the threshold, she turns to lead him into the mouth of the bedroom that holds what he's searching for in its pathetic, undisturbed little bed.
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Date: 2019-10-30 02:11 am (UTC)Her rosy mouth hangs open ever so slightly, attempting to call on words that won't come, but she realizes then that she has no idea what this man could possibly feel, or how to express something like that. She wouldn't dare to patronize this person with platitudes. When she opens the door, she's forgotten politeness entirely, not even offering an invitation. After what he's said, she doesn't think she needs to bother with something so... contrived.
Adeline looks up at him, her ears low against her head. She's afraid to voice her apology, but it's worn on her face regardless— and when he steps over the threshold, she turns to lead him into the mouth of the bedroom that holds what he's searching for in its pathetic, undisturbed little bed.