she sees angels in the architecture
You flash him another apologetic smile, though you don't look at all bashful about it. Nothing really embarrasses you these days, not even inappropriately squeezing the cheeks of a roguishly handsome outlander demigod. "Yeah...I know how that goes." You say, your tone one of subtle admission. It was Rae who set you on this path after all, Rae who gave you your most prized (and secret) shift.
Growing more childlike under pressure (the flinching from the cold, the swinging feet), you think that Falke really will have a field day with this one who seems so different from how first-glances of him would otherwise indicate. Laughing a touch at that, and nearly flicking him for his snark, you just shake your head. "Oh no, he's much more clever than that. Besides, that whole pink/blue dichotomy is a very Outlander notion. We don't really have anything like that here." Oh, you had other harmful stereotypes to be sure. Just not that one.
"I stand corrected." Offering the Star a conciliatory look, you put your stethoscope down and nod toward the back of the bed. "On your back." You instruct. "I'm sure I would like him. Hopefully I'll be able to meet him when he isn't passed out on the side of a volcano. He recovered from that, I take it?" Once Ronin has complied, your fingertips begin at his ribs, feeling your way down. "If any of this hurts, tell me." You shoot him a don't try and be brave about it, look.
Growing more childlike under pressure (the flinching from the cold, the swinging feet), you think that Falke really will have a field day with this one who seems so different from how first-glances of him would otherwise indicate. Laughing a touch at that, and nearly flicking him for his snark, you just shake your head. "Oh no, he's much more clever than that. Besides, that whole pink/blue dichotomy is a very Outlander notion. We don't really have anything like that here." Oh, you had other harmful stereotypes to be sure. Just not that one.
"I stand corrected." Offering the Star a conciliatory look, you put your stethoscope down and nod toward the back of the bed. "On your back." You instruct. "I'm sure I would like him. Hopefully I'll be able to meet him when he isn't passed out on the side of a volcano. He recovered from that, I take it?" Once Ronin has complied, your fingertips begin at his ribs, feeling your way down. "If any of this hurts, tell me." You shoot him a don't try and be brave about it, look.
spinning in infinity
