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mistkittRemember when I said I was done with the GrimmRin? I LIED. ⊙▽⊙
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Could’ve been anything. Like how he poked her belly and the skin would sink beneath his index finger, but the arm that shoved his hand away was like a brick wall. Or perhaps that irritating cocky grin that, surprisingly, had been inherited by the mother who smiled so serenely in her photographs. Or the way she’d grab his attention, then do something weird like flare her nostrils, and laugh at his bewildered expression.
Could have been the way she ate the radishes her twin sister prepared, but picked them out of her food at restaurants. Or how she reached over and around him for a notebook or the TV remote, like he was some oversized pillow she’d forgotten to put away. Or how she’d once used him as a live target for soccer practice, firing shot after shot through the hole in his abdomen, until her technique was perfect, and had never apologized.
Speaking as a male, it could have been the way her tank top clung to her back when she was sweaty. Or the humid scent that came off of her after she showered. The shape of her muscular calves. The sway of her hips when she shifted her weight. The fact that she was oblivious to how sexy she looked when she let her hair down and untangled it with her fingers.
But it also could have been the way she tried too hard. How she hated her teachers when they claimed her brother was a thug. How she regretted not developing powers of her own. Or the casual way she mentioned a comment she’d overheard in school, like it had almost slipped her mind, and wasn’t corroding her self esteem. The things her classmates assumed because she didn’t date anyone. Her rejection of traditional femininity, and the injury caused by a boy she’d liked who had thought of her as “one of the guys.”
But if he had to name a few things:
The way she didn’t tell him not to wait for her by the school gate, even though the rumors were getting out of hand. How she held his hand when she had a bad cramp, squeezing tighter and tighter. The way she climbed into bed and shut off the lights even though he was still there, trusting him to get up and leave whenever he wanted. The look on her face when he’d complained that her clumsy attempt at a kiss was just that, and how she’d allowed him to teach her despite the insult - and the fact that she was a fast learner.
It could have been anything, though. She was easy to love.
