Lucy is a romantic. She could practically feel herself gently falling for this young man whom she knows she's likely to never see again. He's interesting, kind, and humble.
She continues to gently cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb across the arch of bone. "Is that true? You were a slave?"
She asks it quietly, afraid to be too bold out of habit. But his very nature seems to lull her into being less guarded.
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Date: 2016-08-02 08:49 pm (UTC)She continues to gently cup his cheek, rubbing her thumb across the arch of bone. "Is that true? You were a slave?"
She asks it quietly, afraid to be too bold out of habit. But his very nature seems to lull her into being less guarded.