Tutu's gentle smile brightens, as she draws her two hands - each containing the hand of a young man, now shimmering with red light - together.
As Trowa and Havelock's hands come together, Tutu steps backwards, releasing them - and not, because in her hands, she holds the glimmering red outlines.
The glowing hand that comes from Havelock is strong and calloused - a soldier's. The one that comes from Trowa is a fine and slender assassin's hand. Tutu holds her hands higher, and then pauses, looking from one to the other very seriously.
"Will you trust me with your feelings?"
She'll need to hold them to send them back where they belong.
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Date: 2010-04-09 02:07 pm (UTC)From:As Trowa and Havelock's hands come together, Tutu steps backwards, releasing them - and not, because in her hands, she holds the glimmering red outlines.
The glowing hand that comes from Havelock is strong and calloused - a soldier's. The one that comes from Trowa is a fine and slender assassin's hand. Tutu holds her hands higher, and then pauses, looking from one to the other very seriously.
"Will you trust me with your feelings?"
She'll need to hold them to send them back where they belong.