[There was a time that she cherished this intimacy. She wanted always to be beside him and enjoy the little moments where they teased and played with each other. His laughter and smile had been a gift, as she was the only one who ever saw that side of him.
Now, she feels as if she has to constantly be on her guard. To watch him and predict when his temper will flare. It's a dance on a razor's edge and she will inevitably cut herself. It wouldn't take much to slip, a moment where his affection becomes familiar and warm to her. So long as she kept her heart distant, she would not be caught in his usual traps.
She lifted her head and met his eyes, quiet and thoughtful. There was no smile on her face, but there was no air of hostility either.]
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Now, she feels as if she has to constantly be on her guard. To watch him and predict when his temper will flare. It's a dance on a razor's edge and she will inevitably cut herself. It wouldn't take much to slip, a moment where his affection becomes familiar and warm to her. So long as she kept her heart distant, she would not be caught in his usual traps.
She lifted her head and met his eyes, quiet and thoughtful. There was no smile on her face, but there was no air of hostility either.]