For a glorious, irrational skip of the heartbeat, this could be old times. Stumble across Elsie on the High Street, casually abandon Honeyduke's, maybe steal a private moment, the day derailed in the best way. It had been near a year since they'd last done this, and painfully aware as Tyb was of this, his chest seemed slower to catch on, and his heartbeat skipped all the same. Hope sprang up like a weed, a jungle, as she took hold of his sleeve and led him across the threshold.
The cold rush of air out from the sultry, close scent of masses upon masses of sugar of the shop was warning weather, at least, woke him up to the present state of things. Making him understand; he shouldn't have asked for that. None of this was going to change her mind. And making her do this, whatever it was that he had demanded of her, well. That sounded like the call to the hangman's noose if ever there had been one - but it was still a siren song, and he wasn't deterred from being pulled along by her.
"Yeah?" He murmured, voicing the word as a challenge and a little of a plea, still clinging to some grand delusion that she would have had a change of heart in the months they had been apart and minutes they had been together again. So much for feigning carelessness.
The cold rush of air out from the sultry, close scent of masses upon masses of sugar of the shop was warning weather, at least, woke him up to the present state of things. Making him understand; he shouldn't have asked for that. None of this was going to change her mind. And making her do this, whatever it was that he had demanded of her, well. That sounded like the call to the hangman's noose if ever there had been one - but it was still a siren song, and he wasn't deterred from being pulled along by her.
"Yeah?" He murmured, voicing the word as a challenge and a little of a plea, still clinging to some grand delusion that she would have had a change of heart in the months they had been apart and minutes they had been together again. So much for feigning carelessness.
