[Maki tries her best to follow by instinct; but these are a set of motions she's never gone through. More than following, it feels as though she's allowing herself to be swept along. Yet she commits to memory several small things, like the ways in which his lips move, what pressure he asserts, and the path his fingers take through her hair. She hones in on the way her chest gets tight when that breathless feeling sinks in.
Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.
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Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.