( it's this unrestrained or, at least, less restrained side of quinn that most people seem to prefer, including quinn herself. which just makes it that much more baffling that it's the side she most represses. traps behind the walls built to protect herself, the mask of perfection that's become so much a part of her life she's no longer sure how, or if it can be gotten rid of for good.
that she's choosing to reveal this side of herself now says more about her level of comfort with him than even giving him a place to stay does. it's no small feat for her to let her guard down this way. )
I must have missed the part where you were trying to impress me to begin with. ( unless it was the night they met, at which point he was far from subtle. an over-confident and only faintly charming irishman who refused to leave her alone for most of the night. it would have been simple to get him to go away, she had considered it even then. give him the dance he kept asking for and blow him off like so many others before. but it was so much more entertaining to refuse and watch him re-double his efforts.
watching him attempt to clean himself up somewhat, biting at her bottom lip, she crouches to scoop up another snowball. weighing it in one soaked mitten and debating. it would be so easy to...- and then he looks up and she's all innocence again. smiling brightly, and in no way suspicious. unless you've met her, in which case... ) I'm not sure size has any bearing when we're talking about a magical snowman.
( snowball still in hand -in a totally nonthreatening way!- she takes a shuffling half-step towards him. ) Or are you just trying to make excuses to go back inside because you can't handle the snow?
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that she's choosing to reveal this side of herself now says more about her level of comfort with him than even giving him a place to stay does. it's no small feat for her to let her guard down this way. )
I must have missed the part where you were trying to impress me to begin with. ( unless it was the night they met, at which point he was far from subtle. an over-confident and only faintly charming irishman who refused to leave her alone for most of the night. it would have been simple to get him to go away, she had considered it even then. give him the dance he kept asking for and blow him off like so many others before. but it was so much more entertaining to refuse and watch him re-double his efforts.
watching him attempt to clean himself up somewhat, biting at her bottom lip, she crouches to scoop up another snowball. weighing it in one soaked mitten and debating. it would be so easy to...- and then he looks up and she's all innocence again. smiling brightly, and in no way suspicious. unless you've met her, in which case... ) I'm not sure size has any bearing when we're talking about a magical snowman.
( snowball still in hand -in a totally nonthreatening way!- she takes a shuffling half-step towards him. ) Or are you just trying to make excuses to go back inside because you can't handle the snow?