Heath didn't know what to make of the situation. As he watched her it was obvious that she didn't watch him. The male had never encountered anyone blind, and the freedom he felt when watching her was something he also felt like he was abusing. If she had been seeing him, she would have noticed his staring, but he was sure that there was no way for her to tell. Taking in the curve of she smile without even thinking of breaking his gaze, Heath let his own mouth turn to a grin. He found her embarrassment amusing, but not as if he gained pleasure from her unease. Her voice gave way to the same insecurity that her body showed so whiling. He wondered if she knew all the things she showed, if she had not seen them written on another's body. The pleasures mine, Ruri. The male spoke with a voice that didn't sound like his, so much so that he felt the need to clear his throat to rid himself of the foreign presence.
Her questioned made his ears perk, and he finally broke his sight away from her form and looked behind him. As if the trail he had made would tell him what he was doing or even thinking before he met her, Heath looked at the ground he had just walked upon. His mind came up blank, and it was a push to explain the broken pieces of feelings he remembered from before their introduction. Brooding, I suppose. He spoke with a soft bit of laughter. It didn't seem so important now. He wanted to approach her, but her blindness was a barrier that he wasn't sure he could cross. Instead the hybrid managed his own question. You weren't doing the same, were you? He spoke with a small sense of tragedy in the words, as well as jest. He was sure that a pretty girl like herself had other things to think of then sadness. He smile again, wishing she could see his grin.
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