No matter how many times she hears those words, they still feel like a knife in the chest. Of course she's his sister. They've grown up together, after all. She used to slip into his bed at night after the nightmares of her life before. Who but a sister does that? But her feelings for him aren't entirely sisterly. He's her knight in shining armor. Arthur to her Guinevere.
"Charles. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I'd be off somewhere roaming the streets or, worse, I can think of a few things that a girl who can change her face might get into if given the wrong circumstances."
She knows she shouldn't do it and yet she still reaches up and cups his cheek. Her thumb brushes along his skin gently. She knows every line of his face and it's still strange feeling his skin under her fingers, rough in some patches and smooth in others. She meets his eyes and goes still. She knows he could see right through her if that's what he wanted and yet looking in his eyes makes her feel as if he's seeing right down to her soul. That he can see behind the lies and the masks she uses to hide herself even from him. At least those parts of herself that she knows he doesn't want to see. It's terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. It's like jumping out of a airplane and she's not sure whether she's going to hit bottom or whether Charles will be there with a parachute.
"I don't want to be anywhere else. I don't want to be with anyone else." It's a telling statement, but only if he wants to hear what she's really saying.
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No matter how many times she hears those words, they still feel like a knife in the chest. Of course she's his sister. They've grown up together, after all. She used to slip into his bed at night after the nightmares of her life before. Who but a sister does that? But her feelings for him aren't entirely sisterly. He's her knight in shining armor. Arthur to her Guinevere.
"Charles. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I'd be off somewhere roaming the streets or, worse, I can think of a few things that a girl who can change her face might get into if given the wrong circumstances."
She knows she shouldn't do it and yet she still reaches up and cups his cheek. Her thumb brushes along his skin gently. She knows every line of his face and it's still strange feeling his skin under her fingers, rough in some patches and smooth in others. She meets his eyes and goes still. She knows he could see right through her if that's what he wanted and yet looking in his eyes makes her feel as if he's seeing right down to her soul. That he can see behind the lies and the masks she uses to hide herself even from him. At least those parts of herself that she knows he doesn't want to see. It's terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. It's like jumping out of a airplane and she's not sure whether she's going to hit bottom or whether Charles will be there with a parachute.
"I don't want to be anywhere else. I don't want to be with anyone else." It's a telling statement, but only if he wants to hear what she's really saying.