They should be cutting themselves off, that's true. She knows better than to try to keep up with him, knows better than to try to match the man. Larger, more accustomed to drinking like a pirate, and had she eaten much today? Who knows. The way the alcohol soaks her system feels better than she cares to admit, and Jael will take the excuse it gives her. The excuse to lean in, the excuse to be... close.
Closer. He comes closer, barely a breath away. No stranger to intense eye contact, but what was that? Turns out a shiver down your spine and a thrill up it feel the same, it just depends on the context. Jael's chest aches, her heart racing. Was it Gilgamesh disarming her, or was it the alcohol? She's not sure she'd admit to either. The set of her ears, the look in her eyes, it's all fear.
Fear wasn't going to be strong enough to push her away. Jael is afraid, but she can't let him go. "I'm scared of you and... and I trust you." The words are soft, spoken only a breath away from him. In over her head-- hasn't she been from the very start? Not just want but need in her system. She needs him, chest and shoulders damn near aching as she leans in. Plied by the booze, she takes her chance.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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