No refutation, no sign of displeasure. Unless she is out of her senses, the girl must be stricken, though Grantaire would be hard-pressed to say how. The strangeness of his approach, perhaps, and the flattery that he offers. Perhaps she believes that she glimpses something in him
Whatever the notion, she will be shaken from it soon enough. For now, he might as well enjoy the warmth thus offered. Her affection is flattering in a way, mistaken though it is (and if it can indeed be termed affection, though Grantaire can scarcely doubt it; he knows the signs, and he knows that there is little other reason that such a woman should tolerate his antics, let alone appear to enjoy them).
"That blush again. If anything, it is even more charming when set against the softer light of morning, a sight to touch my mind throughout the day."
He begins to raise his hand toward her face, then hesitates, withdrawing. Although a partly calculated gesture, it appears natural and feels correct for the moment; there is no tried and true formula for these encounters, and he has found that the best guide is impulse. Yes, it occasionally sends him into altercations and sometimes yields curt adieus and perhaps a sharp slap, but it keeps these affairs terrifically vibrant while they last.
"Please, allow me to offer a small token further." Pulling a mostly intact dandelion from his pocket, he gestures toward her hair. "May I?"
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Date: 2013-05-29 11:12 am (UTC)Whatever the notion, she will be shaken from it soon enough. For now, he might as well enjoy the warmth thus offered. Her affection is flattering in a way, mistaken though it is (and if it can indeed be termed affection, though Grantaire can scarcely doubt it; he knows the signs, and he knows that there is little other reason that such a woman should tolerate his antics, let alone appear to enjoy them).
"That blush again. If anything, it is even more charming when set against the softer light of morning, a sight to touch my mind throughout the day."
He begins to raise his hand toward her face, then hesitates, withdrawing. Although a partly calculated gesture, it appears natural and feels correct for the moment; there is no tried and true formula for these encounters, and he has found that the best guide is impulse. Yes, it occasionally sends him into altercations and sometimes yields curt adieus and perhaps a sharp slap, but it keeps these affairs terrifically vibrant while they last.
"Please, allow me to offer a small token further." Pulling a mostly intact dandelion from his pocket, he gestures toward her hair. "May I?"