If pressed, the latter I think.
“Might I…” Hecate felt her body grow clammy at the idea of asking such a question so she stopped.
Ada smiled warmly, “Might you?”
“Might-” Again she cut herself off and swallowed difficultly, “H-Hold…”
“Hold?” She echoed back.
“Your… hand? Might I hold your hand?” Almost seconds after she said this her hand was in Ada’s and her heart was racing.
“Always, as you seem to forget that I’m yours.” The smallest fragment of humor lingered in her voice.
“I do not forget… I just… sometimes I need reminding as my mind pretends this reality is merely a dream. That we’re not…” Hecate felt lips on the top of her hand and her heart ached so heavily that she immediately grabbed Ada into her arms and held on for dear life.
“Am I speaking to my headmistress or my friend?” Hecate shoots back, the last word a finely-sharpened barb. Her hands haven’t stopped their flexing and flittering, still ready for a fight.
And Ada is chastised, for a moment. Because even though she’s referring to Hecate by her first name, that’s something they only do as friends, in private, and this meeting is meant to be about their professional relationship. The lines are getting blurred, once again—though Ada knows she’s not the only one guilty of blurring them.
I feel like I’m the place were tag memes go to die bc all the people I would tag are already tagged, so…if you’re reading this, you should absolutely share a few sentences of a WiP because this is directed at you.