Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-8723280-20140419193959/@comment-8723280-20140420051301

When he pulled back, after responding to her rambling apology, she was breathless. But she felt warm all over and the look in his eyes told her a completely different story. He didn't mind, he actually enjoyed this. And of course, the words on paper. She seemed to forget that Ambrose didn't speak through words of wind but rather words on paper.

"O-Oh, yes" She said before giving him a bright smile. "Definitely" Her hand trailed up to his shoulder, placing it there as she felt the brief play of muscle underneath, remembering the phantom touch of his hand on her cheek - a gentle touch, not hard like one would grip a gun. "Does it hurt, using a gun? Do you sometimes get hurt directly from it?" She swallowed, biting her lip before cocking her head at him, wondering.

She, of course, wasn't completely scarless, had gotten hurt plenty of times from the claws or jaws of a Grimm during battle. But using a gun seemed... different. More deadly, more lethal.