Strange Feelings (Adara and Emilian)

[Adara Snow]

Adara's eyes focused, then swung toward Emilian. Was she okay? "Yes, I'm fine," she said, unsure whether that was the full truth. "I have much to think about." She had meant to bring Emilian's scars to the surface, and yet it seemed that her own were much more visible. Adara wanted to retreat.

[Emilian Sota]

"That makes two of us." Emilian watched her for another moment before looking back down at his hands. He fell into a troubled silence, his mind in limbo between the possibility of trusting her and the certain, in his mind, pain that would follow doing so.

[Adara Snow]

Adara could see Emilian's distress, and put her own aside to reach for him, one soft hand slipping between his. "We will think, then," she said, dipping her head to peer at him around the curtain of his hair. She let her hand rest a moment before standing and drawing her hand back again. "I will see you again?" she asked. "Soon?" She blushed lightly, silently declaring exactly how she meant to see him.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian liked the feel of her hands between his, and he squeezed it lightly and smiled at her when she pulled it away. "Of course. Though I think I'll let you track down me next time." He kissed her cheek and stood. He walked to the door and, before he opened it, flashed her a grin over his shoulder.

[Adara Snow]

Adara smiled blushingly. "I will try," she said. She waited only moments after Emilian had left before gathering her book bag and leaving as well.