She should have protested when he started cleaning up the mess they had made, should have told him she would take care of it, that he should just go, but it meant he stayed a few minutes longer, and she unwisely allowed it. When he had finished she followed him to the balcony, though always keeping a few feet between them. She wanted to kiss him goodbye, to taste him one last time before he left but she restrained herself. How could she satisfy herself with one kiss? It was best not to tempt it.
His gaze was heavy as he looked at her, his eyes traveling over her as if memorising every detail, and she too remained silent; what more was there for them to say?
The breeze was cool when he opened the door; cool and fresh and she breathed it in greedily, envying Clint a moment that he could leave this place while she would be stuck here in someone else’s persona for an undetermined amount of time. His words caused him to smile, though, and she gave an exaggerated roll of her eyes. A moment later he had gathered his gear and fired a perfectly aimed arrow. A moment after that he was gone. Stepping out on the balcony she watched across the way until she could see him no more. She wanted to go back inside and wrap herself up in the sheets again that still smelled like him, but she had work to do if she was ever going to complete this mission. She was determined now, her frustration and momentary feeling of failure from the night before gone. She would redouble her efforts, she would get the information she needed, and she would nail that bastard to the wall.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow,” she muttered to herself. Shakespeare was hardly her favourite, but some lines were impossible not to remember.
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Date: 2014-02-08 05:06 pm (UTC)From:His gaze was heavy as he looked at her, his eyes traveling over her as if memorising every detail, and she too remained silent; what more was there for them to say?
The breeze was cool when he opened the door; cool and fresh and she breathed it in greedily, envying Clint a moment that he could leave this place while she would be stuck here in someone else’s persona for an undetermined amount of time. His words caused him to smile, though, and she gave an exaggerated roll of her eyes. A moment later he had gathered his gear and fired a perfectly aimed arrow. A moment after that he was gone. Stepping out on the balcony she watched across the way until she could see him no more. She wanted to go back inside and wrap herself up in the sheets again that still smelled like him, but she had work to do if she was ever going to complete this mission. She was determined now, her frustration and momentary feeling of failure from the night before gone. She would redouble her efforts, she would get the information she needed, and she would nail that bastard to the wall.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow,” she muttered to herself. Shakespeare was hardly her favourite, but some lines were impossible not to remember.