[ Monika blinks at the question. It almost shocks the sleepiness out of her. ] Really?
[ Her eyes drift over to her bookshelf, the one he'd helped organize. That felt a little more significant now. ]
Yeah. Sure. That'd be nice. Pick whatever looks interesting to you.
[ There was a lot of romance, of course, but many other books exploring the vast depths of humanity, life, and death lurked on the shelves, too. She'd said reading was her escape, but it was also her guide. The past year, despite all its upsets, had given her time to have glimpses into the real world. Hell was gonna Hell, but she'd forever be grateful to have been granted that opportunity.
Her gaze returns to him, warmth lighting up her already burning cheeks. She'd thought about commenting on how he'd stared, but something made her stop. Maybe it's the constant awe of seeing this side of him? Like maybe she's dreaming already, and when she wakes up, none of this will have happened. Always easier to expect the worst, isn't it? ]
If you like whatever you pick, I might even let you borrow it.
[ The tease is gentle, one arm getting tucked up under her head. It helps cover up her own bittersweet feelings and memories from a now-distant time of when TB would sometimes do this for her. She didn't think she'd ever experience anything like it again.
Monika settles in a bit more, further pushing those thoughts aside. It was time to allow herself some happiness. A moment of peace. ]
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[ Her eyes drift over to her bookshelf, the one he'd helped organize. That felt a little more significant now. ]
Yeah. Sure. That'd be nice. Pick whatever looks interesting to you.
[ There was a lot of romance, of course, but many other books exploring the vast depths of humanity, life, and death lurked on the shelves, too. She'd said reading was her escape, but it was also her guide. The past year, despite all its upsets, had given her time to have glimpses into the real world. Hell was gonna Hell, but she'd forever be grateful to have been granted that opportunity.
Her gaze returns to him, warmth lighting up her already burning cheeks. She'd thought about commenting on how he'd stared, but something made her stop. Maybe it's the constant awe of seeing this side of him? Like maybe she's dreaming already, and when she wakes up, none of this will have happened. Always easier to expect the worst, isn't it? ]
If you like whatever you pick, I might even let you borrow it.
[ The tease is gentle, one arm getting tucked up under her head. It helps cover up her own bittersweet feelings and memories from a now-distant time of when TB would sometimes do this for her. She didn't think she'd ever experience anything like it again.
Monika settles in a bit more, further pushing those thoughts aside. It was time to allow herself some happiness. A moment of peace. ]