(vertin breathes in a bit sharply, fingertips along her cheek as the thought is there. warmth spreads to them and makes her face run hotter when finally, after a brief moment of thoughtful hesitation she starts to lean in closer. her heart is pounding, the sound of it ringing in her ears again from the way their quiet conversation shifts. flirtations, they come natural in response to schneider's presence and perhaps even words of her own.)

....perhaps. I do often get told it's a desirable trait for someone to desire to remember such details, particularly if it's someone they find themselves unable to look away from.

(no matter her flushed cheeks, she replies. her breath soft and warm when she notices how their lips are so very close. her hand hadn't stopped it's soft movements and strokes along schneider's own cheek. vertin is thoughtful, quiet, and even considering. should she? may she? she was never allowed many things in st. pavlov and it becomes more evident. no matter it all; they were all taken away from her with ease before her indecisiveness comes to an end from her heart desiring what it desires.

she comes forward, the initiative this time taken by this young lady who was often so quiet and closed off. her lips, her kiss, gentle though the under current of yearning is in it. longing, yearning, words she may never say exist in her beating heart which pounds harshly in her chest. a thrum of emotions vertin could never say she's felt. whatever it is, it longs deep and it yearns within her in this blessing/curse upon her.)