#give peace a chance let the fear you have fall away;amelia & julian

[mythvoiced]

❝  a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing.  ❞ for jules

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Julian's answering hum is... somewhat non-committal. He's poignantly trying to not look at her, maybe that's why. There's no stiffness in the line of their shoulders, while he keeps his back to her, but there's something about the fact that their back is to her that could function just as well as an easy substitute for tension Jules has grown fond of masking.

Anticipation.

Not quite sure for what, not quite sure how or why, but definitely around who. Or by whom it's caused. It's something Julian is still not quite used to, having their mind wander along to whatever melody Selene wanted to play. He felt teased along like something sweet giggling at him from the bushes, even though one good glance reveals that whatever Selene might be hiding beneath her dress, carved in a language of scars, might be only as close to fairy-tales as the original Grimm brothers would have written her to be.

Darker than what one might want their children to be familiar with.

But even that pulls him in. Beyond the need, the instinct to care. There's a need, an instinct to know. To know better, to understand her better, to understand where lines such as those come from.

And then, there's the significantly less Julian-esque way of handling people: picturing her in a dress, frightening and powerful.

Which is why they're very poignantly not turning to stare at her, find the silhouette of her body and suddenly acknowledge it through the spring breeze, the roses, Shakespeare's most beautiful tragedies.

Like a midsummer night's dream.

"Are you speaking from experience?" he settles on in the end; there's short laughter spread through some syllables, something instinctual meant to soften the very curious, far too intrigued intentions beneath them. An attempt to dig, an attempt to know more, an attempt to see Selene.

A quick glance over their shoulder.

"You'd look... rather magnificent in a powerful, frightening dress."

[mythvoiced]

“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?” julian

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Julian's features pull together.

Sometimes it's almost endearing, how the attempt to not react too outwardly leads to a much stronger underlining of the feeling one is trying to hide, than allowing the grimace free reign out right could have possibly achieved.

Or, in other words, Jules' attempt to not frown has made his lips so very thin, they're almost gone entirely.

They're having an almost... embarrassingly... professional reaction to the question at hand. For a brief moment, Julian 'Jules' Clifford recalls being GP Dr Clifford and goodness gracious nachos aren't exactly the healthiest thing that can be offered here.

But... Dr Clifford isn't a GP raised under the watchful eye of people trying to spread dietary superiority while completely sucking the joy out of the very idea of consuming food for recreational purposes, social purposes, or even to just tickle taste buds in a pleasant way.

Julian's lips portray a soundless 'huh'.

The 'one' on the scale would remind him nachos are commonly prepared as and considered fast food.

The 'nine' on the scale would suggests they're very tasty.

The 'ten' on the scale has stars dusting her cheekbones, sparkling bright eyes, and enough scars Julian would like to dedicate each to a line among the many making out their handprints.

"I will base my answer entirely on whether you'll allow me to treat you," he settles on in the end, and their lips are relaxed into a soft crescent moon.