[She exhales slowly, her eyes fluttering closed as their foreheads press together. He's chattering on and on, but it's the sound of his voice that she appreciates, not the words themselves. It's an idle tone, something relaxed and utterly ordinary, and she latches onto it eagerly.
Here they are. Rosalind and Robert, brought together once more, so closely intertwined so as to refer to themselves as one entity. Kurama had been so surprised at the way she'd spoken for both of them, making decisions and telling him with certainty just how Robert would react. One of you can render a decision for the both of you, just like that? And oh, he's so clever, but in that brief moment, he'd missed the entire point.
There is no one of them, not normally. Our murder, our friends, our lives together, they do everything in the plural, because there is no Rosalind without Robert.]
Robert . . .
[She murmurs his name, as much to hush him as to enjoy the sensation of his name on her lips.]
Are you going to spend the next seventy-two hours talking about blood?
[And oh, it's not quite a proper smile, not yet, but the ghost of one is there. Rosalind tips her head just slightly, bumping their noses together.]
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Here they are. Rosalind and Robert, brought together once more, so closely intertwined so as to refer to themselves as one entity. Kurama had been so surprised at the way she'd spoken for both of them, making decisions and telling him with certainty just how Robert would react. One of you can render a decision for the both of you, just like that? And oh, he's so clever, but in that brief moment, he'd missed the entire point.
There is no one of them, not normally. Our murder, our friends, our lives together, they do everything in the plural, because there is no Rosalind without Robert.]
Robert . . .
[She murmurs his name, as much to hush him as to enjoy the sensation of his name on her lips.]
Are you going to spend the next seventy-two hours talking about blood?
[And oh, it's not quite a proper smile, not yet, but the ghost of one is there. Rosalind tips her head just slightly, bumping their noses together.]