06-23-2011, 05:29 PM
With a breathy chuckle, L nodded. Of course she'd be cold here. There was no comfort for the prisoner with her wooden bunk and harsh metal bonds. The youth noticed her shiver, which made him frown lightly. He was glad that they were sheltered from the wind when they went quietly back down to the hold. Laiden kept his eyes on their linked hands as they entered her cell, and blinked in an innocent manner when she patted the bunk beside her. He sat beside Scarlett, pulling one leg up so he could lean against his knee.
"Welcome," he whispered, looking over in time to catch her endearing blush. The way it brightened her features and made her look flushed was adorable. L continued to stare at the girl as she turned her gaze to the chains below them. He obviously either wasn't thinking or had no practice with social graces. First: he was staring. Second: his pale hand reached up to touch her cheek as though feeling how warm it was. His fingertips moved over her cheek and then slowly moved to circle Scarlett's ear. "Pretty," L whispered, a blush creeping up to his face to match Scarlett's. Despite his darkening face he didn't drop his hand. Instead, he toyed with a few of her loose curls gently, watching how the dim light seemed to glide over their curve.
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