"Oh. That's kind of you," Dustin says, looking up at Lucy's face as she speaks. He's too slow to catch her eyes, but she might be able to feel the weight of his attention —and worse yet, the earnest gratitude of his thanks— nonetheless. Sometimes, when he does this, it's reflexive, performative, but right now, her affirmation really is appreciated; there's a warm glow of something that feels dangerously close to self-esteem bubbling up in Dustin's chest.
"I," he says the moment he recognises it. His eyes move down, then out to the water. There's a fraction of a beat as he pushes his tongue against his teeth. "Try not to pay attention to those things."
Good boys don't care what they look like, Dustin. It's what's inside that counts. Of course, he can think of a few acceptable exceptions. "But maybe I should have dressed better," he adds, glancing back at Lucy. With the black lace and veil and subtle vines creeping up her dress, she looks a little like she's here to marry Hades. It's striking. "To match."
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Dustin & Lucy
Date: 2019-05-04 11:50 am (UTC)"I," he says the moment he recognises it. His eyes move down, then out to the water. There's a fraction of a beat as he pushes his tongue against his teeth. "Try not to pay attention to those things."
Good boys don't care what they look like, Dustin. It's what's inside that counts. Of course, he can think of a few acceptable exceptions. "But maybe I should have dressed better," he adds, glancing back at Lucy. With the black lace and veil and subtle vines creeping up her dress, she looks a little like she's here to marry Hades. It's striking. "To match."