[ There's something about the night, about her company, that makes it easier for Percival to relax and actually enjoy the closeness they're sharing, however brought upon by mistletoe as it may be. He knows that she is not delicate, that there is power in that small body of hers, but right now, the embrace he gives her is undeniably protective and warm.
Gradually, and only after the beating of his heart begins to still again, he pulls away. The desire to pull away completely and disassociate the situation, an inevitable feeling that has come each and every time the mistletoe affected him before, simply isn't there.
He laughs lowly, more than a little awkward and sheepish. ]
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Gradually, and only after the beating of his heart begins to still again, he pulls away. The desire to pull away completely and disassociate the situation, an inevitable feeling that has come each and every time the mistletoe affected him before, simply isn't there.
He laughs lowly, more than a little awkward and sheepish. ]
You're right. I wasn't ready.