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though she had made an habit of skipping through any chapter that included even the vague mention of her family—somehow, something about this ( him knocking at her door, the way the room changed when it wasn’t only her in it ) placed a smile in her face that she probably hadn’t tasted in a decade or so. quietly, warm—a sense of company and shared intimacy; a ghost of what it was like when she still had someone to come back to, before life left her wandering on her own.
she never intended to let him ( or anyone really ) get close enough to get in her apartment, or the gaps where she wasn’t the girl from work. her facade an armour that had kept her going for several years, and most likely, many more to come. surely, she would have found many a point to stop this, come up with an excuse to avoid this proximity, shut him out—for safety, practicity ( you know better than to be tempted by a dream, don’t you? ), and yet—when push came to shove and she had catched that worn out look in his eyes ( the messy hair, that timid smile that made her sigh ) she didn’t even doubt before moving one step to the side, little nod towards the couch ( ❝ i have just the thing. come on. ❞ ) while every worry about her day faded in order to enjoy this one moment; these exceptions she has come to like so much.
so there they were—him sitting still, her—all focus set in the comes and goes of the brush, music playing from the radio at their left and just enough of self-restraint not to hum at the rhythm that she caught ( though she wants, a bit of her barriers remain like this ). she smiles, his curls a mesmerizing sight she probably never noticed as much before, but which now gets hold of all of her attention. come now, that’s a tricky path you’re treading, is it not? ❝ hmm? ❞ but—he speaks, and gently she goes back to this moment and the question that allowed an instant smile on her face; excitement in the way the answer came out of her. ❝ of course i would! ugh, it would be nice to finally have a chance to see more of this place. you know, you’d think that by now the very least i would have managed is a tour around famous old gotham, and yet—it’s been all work for me, non-stop ❞ true, at least in theory that was.
evicka took a moment to admire the work she had done, the locks of hair now falling in orderly fashion. the quiet impulse to run her fingers through his hair, tousle it and laugh with some other’s reaction until that voice ( her voice, the stage manager to which she surrendered control more often than not ) made her stop and remember this was but an echo of times long gone; body memory of what it was to have the little ones of her group asking time and time again to have their hair done and she complying until that last gesture made them chase her around the room; a pile of them over her laughing until she couldn’t breathe no more. no—come back to the present, come back to what you can actually control. her hand shifts direction and the result of it is one gentle squeeze on arthur’s shoulder and her thumb pressing a few caresses before parting ways. ❝ there, vicka salon’s finest. ❞ she announced to let him contemplate the finished product on his own while she made her way to the kitchen side of the small room.
❝ you… you mentioned that place a while ago, didn’t you? ❞ the question followed by a small silence in which evicka lifted a can of instant coffee from the counter and shook it for him to notice; her need to keep in motion and an invitation for him in case he wanted something warm at these hours of the night. ❝ last week, if i’m not wrong. i mean, i didn't get to ask what it was about but i remember feeling like it wasn’t just a random place to you—perhaps? ❞ the kettle was now set and she shot him a smile while biting her lip; watching. ❝ or maybe it was, you are allowed to call me crazy if that’s the case. ❞