[ Primrose murmurs this very dryly-- but no, she reserves her punches for other people, it seems. All she really does is reach out and press her thumbs beneath the inner lines of both eyebrows, maintaining a gentle pressure and massaging in slow circles before she draws her hands back. ]
it's strange, really, how something like this takes him back. primrose can probably feel the way gu yun tenses - maybe he is expecting a punch? - but, there's a brief moment where he's utterly stiff. because it's not that the gesture is unfamiliar.
"yifu told me last time you have migraines, did you already forget?"
it's the opposite.
slowly, his shoulders start to relax; the tension melts out of him, and gu yun's eyes flutter shut, dark lashes over pale cheeks. he ends up leaning forward into the rub of her thumbs, and as primrose pulls away, gu yun exhales, a huff. ]
[ Primrose offers him a teasing smile, for as strange as it had been for a man who had stiffened up like a plank of wood to have melted ever so slowly into the gentle motions of her fingers. ]
You wouldn't be the first to tell me as such, though the reasoning is different.
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[ But she sets her cup down and beckons him to lean in closer. ]
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If you punch me in the nose and ruin my face, I will never forgive you.
[ he's obviously being facetious but JUST IN CASE, his beautiful face has been insulted enough today :'(
anyway he will lean in closer after putting that out there, though, willing to trust. ]
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[ Primrose murmurs this very dryly-- but no, she reserves her punches for other people, it seems. All she really does is reach out and press her thumbs beneath the inner lines of both eyebrows, maintaining a gentle pressure and massaging in slow circles before she draws her hands back. ]
It's meant to help with the headache.
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it's strange, really, how something like this takes him back. primrose can probably feel the way gu yun tenses - maybe he is expecting a punch? - but, there's a brief moment where he's utterly stiff. because it's not that the gesture is unfamiliar.
"yifu told me last time you have migraines, did you already forget?"
it's the opposite.
slowly, his shoulders start to relax; the tension melts out of him, and gu yun's eyes flutter shut, dark lashes over pale cheeks. he ends up leaning forward into the rub of her thumbs, and as primrose pulls away, gu yun exhales, a huff. ]
Those fingers of yours are quite magical, indeed.
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You wouldn't be the first to tell me as such, though the reasoning is different.
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just gets him to laugh, as he picks up on the innuendo. gu yun ducks his head with it, and lets the last little bit of the nostalgia fade away. ]
No, I imagine not.
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[ That's not even subtle, Primrose. Though she is smiling serenely as she picks up her tea again. ]