What was happening? Well, Tig knew in a very literal sense what was happening but she had no reference point to draw from on what was happening. She couldn't think of one instance where she had kissed him and not wanted it over with, unless it had involved mind-altering magic but that didn't count. Surely she wasn't under the influence of something now? It was true she felt strange and even uncomfortable but it didn't strike her as the sort of weird that might suggest she'd ingested a potion of some sort.
It was a relief to her that she could continue to avoid eye contact with him even after the kiss had ended, she was sure the look on her face was odd at best and she wasn't sure whether she could even look at him without feeling... Embarrassed? Tig tensely knotted her hands into his clothes because, she told herself, her hands felt clammy and she didn't want them touching her dress. "Tiberius-" She cursed herself even as she felt the last syllable leaving her mouth and hoped he hadn't heard her; it was one thing to be confused and another thing entirely to talk about it. Not to mention the longer she didn't have to look him in the face the better.
It was a relief to her that she could continue to avoid eye contact with him even after the kiss had ended, she was sure the look on her face was odd at best and she wasn't sure whether she could even look at him without feeling... Embarrassed? Tig tensely knotted her hands into his clothes because, she told herself, her hands felt clammy and she didn't want them touching her dress. "Tiberius-" She cursed herself even as she felt the last syllable leaving her mouth and hoped he hadn't heard her; it was one thing to be confused and another thing entirely to talk about it. Not to mention the longer she didn't have to look him in the face the better.
