Sometimes, no response is the response.
As the seconds stretched out, Sophia tried in vain to not let her smug triumph shine through. Her gaze was unshrinking, and so was his. Neither did he step away, she noticed with satisfaction. There were any number of ways she could close the distance between them now, each idle thought more enticing than the next. If only Lennon wasn’t around the corner somewhere.
Enjoying the effect she appeared to have on Ozymandias, she only broke eye contact once he dove for a cigarette like it was a life preserver jacket in choppy waters. It briefly reminded her of winning staring contests as a child, and this combined with the absurdity of their encounters to date finally registered in the pit of her diaphragm.
She burst out into giggles. Soft ones she tried to stifle, the back of her hand and wrist covering her face as she looked away. Any tension Sophia felt, at least, diffused immediately. Once she’d settled herself down and Oz lit his cigarette, she turned a cheerfully apologetic look to him.
“Ozymandias,” she nearly whispered his first name, beseeching him. And then furrowed her brows. This was as close as she could lower herself to the prospect of begging (at least among things she’d do in public). But she’d do it to earn his smile.
“I admit things haven’t gone smoothly between us so far. But surely we have enough… history, for you to at least greet me properly.” She paused tactfully to find the right word to describe their circumstances, and she assessed his reaction carefully: “Or is my presence so offensive to you now?”
As the seconds stretched out, Sophia tried in vain to not let her smug triumph shine through. Her gaze was unshrinking, and so was his. Neither did he step away, she noticed with satisfaction. There were any number of ways she could close the distance between them now, each idle thought more enticing than the next. If only Lennon wasn’t around the corner somewhere.
Enjoying the effect she appeared to have on Ozymandias, she only broke eye contact once he dove for a cigarette like it was a life preserver jacket in choppy waters. It briefly reminded her of winning staring contests as a child, and this combined with the absurdity of their encounters to date finally registered in the pit of her diaphragm.
She burst out into giggles. Soft ones she tried to stifle, the back of her hand and wrist covering her face as she looked away. Any tension Sophia felt, at least, diffused immediately. Once she’d settled herself down and Oz lit his cigarette, she turned a cheerfully apologetic look to him.
“Ozymandias,” she nearly whispered his first name, beseeching him. And then furrowed her brows. This was as close as she could lower herself to the prospect of begging (at least among things she’d do in public). But she’d do it to earn his smile.
“I admit things haven’t gone smoothly between us so far. But surely we have enough… history, for you to at least greet me properly.” She paused tactfully to find the right word to describe their circumstances, and she assessed his reaction carefully: “Or is my presence so offensive to you now?”
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thank you gin for the set<3
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