None, in point of fact; Lara had had many talents but charm wasn't one of them. That's Hawke's own, or perhaps learned from her father, though not with this sort of use in mind if so.
She stops undulating against him for now, undoes her crossed arms so she can toy with the hair framing his face, looking at that rather than meeting his eyes. It's a pleasure to be able to look at him this closely, from this vantage, to examine minute details such as the curve of his hairline. It's an intimacy she found bemusing with past lovers, and now cherishes. "Well, as I was going to say, all my experiences had still left me fairly heart-whole. One or two brief crushes over the years, particularly when I was younger, but nothing that lasted or was realized. One or two people I know of who were interested in me, but nothing mutual. All my experience was...experience, nothing more."
When she'd been a child, she'd been determined to settle for nothing less than what her parents had, a full, loving partnership. With that example in front of her she couldn't accept less. But then she'd locked the possibility aside when she accepted other responsibilities and concerns, stopped looking, stopped considering it as a possible future.
"And then..." Her eyes crinkle at the edges. "I suddenly found myself just fascinated by this one person I'd met. It started slowly enough, mild interest combined with sympathy and admiration, and then even friendship as we got to know each other better. But all of it shot through, the whole time, with this incredible attraction unlike anything I'd ever felt. Threw me for a loop, I'm afraid. I made a complete idiot of myself, flirting outrageously every chance I could find or make, even when it was thoroughly inappropriate." Her tone is not in the least bit sorry. "Given half a chance I'd have been shameless as a dog in heat, so it's perhaps just as well I wasn't given half a chance. I was completely head over heels."
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Date: 2012-01-01 12:37 pm (UTC)From:She stops undulating against him for now, undoes her crossed arms so she can toy with the hair framing his face, looking at that rather than meeting his eyes. It's a pleasure to be able to look at him this closely, from this vantage, to examine minute details such as the curve of his hairline. It's an intimacy she found bemusing with past lovers, and now cherishes. "Well, as I was going to say, all my experiences had still left me fairly heart-whole. One or two brief crushes over the years, particularly when I was younger, but nothing that lasted or was realized. One or two people I know of who were interested in me, but nothing mutual. All my experience was...experience, nothing more."
When she'd been a child, she'd been determined to settle for nothing less than what her parents had, a full, loving partnership. With that example in front of her she couldn't accept less. But then she'd locked the possibility aside when she accepted other responsibilities and concerns, stopped looking, stopped considering it as a possible future.
"And then..." Her eyes crinkle at the edges. "I suddenly found myself just fascinated by this one person I'd met. It started slowly enough, mild interest combined with sympathy and admiration, and then even friendship as we got to know each other better. But all of it shot through, the whole time, with this incredible attraction unlike anything I'd ever felt. Threw me for a loop, I'm afraid. I made a complete idiot of myself, flirting outrageously every chance I could find or make, even when it was thoroughly inappropriate." Her tone is not in the least bit sorry. "Given half a chance I'd have been shameless as a dog in heat, so it's perhaps just as well I wasn't given half a chance. I was completely head over heels."