He took her hands and she shivered, not at the cold of the metal but at the thrill of the contact. She moved closer but it was that moment that he tensed. His posture changed, his breathing, the set of his jaw, the warm brown turning over cold and harsh, but it melted back again.
There was turmoil in him as he fought to give her what she asked, and in the end he did, strange as it was. James was no Russian name. Why would a Russian not have a proper family name? Why would he be something so obviously other cultural. She had a quick mind and those pieces were already falling into place. Perhaps this proud child of Mother Russian had no always been that.
"James." She played the name over her lips. It sounded strong even for the odd flavor of it. Strong and somehow poetic. Not edged like so many Russian names were, it had a gentle strength to it, she decided she quite liked it. "It suits you." And with that, she accepted it, accepted him, no questions asked.
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He took her hands and she shivered, not at the cold of the metal but at the thrill of the contact. She moved closer but it was that moment that he tensed. His posture changed, his breathing, the set of his jaw, the warm brown turning over cold and harsh, but it melted back again.
There was turmoil in him as he fought to give her what she asked, and in the end he did, strange as it was. James was no Russian name. Why would a Russian not have a proper family name? Why would he be something so obviously other cultural. She had a quick mind and those pieces were already falling into place. Perhaps this proud child of Mother Russian had no always been that.
"James." She played the name over her lips. It sounded strong even for the odd flavor of it. Strong and somehow poetic. Not edged like so many Russian names were, it had a gentle strength to it, she decided she quite liked it. "It suits you." And with that, she accepted it, accepted him, no questions asked.