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[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

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[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

The heat of her breath slithers softly past her lips. Her Lady nears, deeper into her hands;into the soles of each palm, She takes to her, and is welcomed.

Aegean eyes, the black of each swallows its color, dilating.

She’s emptied of her words by the Prince’s approach.
“Good.”

[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

Eyes fall shut and open again slowly, much like a cat— quiet scoff emitted, though she leans right into her touch, inching even closer. "I'm sure I can make that decision for myself."

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

A cool brush, the tips of each finger, over her skin. Her Lady’s touch is a tender one, is light and feathery where it lays and it lies upon her.

“.. … It’s risky, getting attached to your Hand.. …”

Her hand slides down and joins to cup at Her jaw.

“…You’re better not to.”

[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

She watches; attention switching between each eye, down the slope of her nose, and over the curve of her lips, quick to lift again just as a curious brow does. Another hum, fingertips brushing over her skin in almost affectionate strokes. "Why's that?"

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Sweet and heady is the stay of Her gaze. And she’s there, a rising heartbeat shared between the irises.
As Her hand laces around her wrist, it deepens.

Slowly, she blinks those dead eyes. When lifted to find Her Lady’s own, light kisses across each pupil.

“Better not have.”

[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

Corners of her lips twitch upward, amused— allowing her head to lower slightly, other eye opening up to get a better look. "Of course not," she murmurs, but the way she lifts a hand to wrap gently around her wrist says otherwise.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Such a puppy. Words don’t even find Her.
An opened eye. Her own lifts to find it.

Head tilting ever so.
“Nowhere you wouldn’t have me.”

She lowers Her chin with her grip. Just slightly. She wants a better eyeline. To meet Her Lady. So tall.

“I hope you didn’t miss me much.”

[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

Her only response is a quiet hum of acknowledgment, although falling asleep like this doesn't sound so bad. It wouldn't be her first time. Tension eases out of her shoulders, another moment passing by before an eye cracks open again. "Where have you been?"

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Over half lidded eyes, her brows lift in a light amusement.
She chuffs.
“Really. Okay.”

Still petting, her opposite hand takes to her chin. She holds her there, holds her still. Thumb stroking just beneath her lower lip.

“Try not to fall asleep standing.”

[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ 𝓼𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

Not even listening. Leaning down a bit, eyes closed as a soft sound rumbles from deep in her chest... ( purring? )

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Her hand strokes through her yellow locks, squeezing gently at the end of each full spread of her fingers.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

“Uh huh.” Nodding, almost mocking.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

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Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat
Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat
Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat Pat
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[🧅 ‍𝖉𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 ᵗᵒ ��𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞͢𝐧. @antimarleys]

👋

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

@antimarleys 🫵🏻

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

@antimarleys “hey.”

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Something, anything to say struggles to come together. Instead,
a tentative hand lays gently to his back. And pats.
She keeps it there.
.. . …
“I dunno.”
(.. … I suck at this. …)
“Lots of people have.”

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

She stays there with him. As the words slur past his lips, she is attentive to each one.

𝗗𝘪𝗱 𝗜 𝗱𝘰 𝘴𝗼𝘮𝗲𝘵𝗵𝘪𝗻𝘨 𝘣𝗮𝘥?

A question trickles off his tongue.
She feels her mouth parting. Her lips opening in a pause. For a moment, she just stares at him

[𝓝𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 @BackgroundScout]

Even sober he had an immense distrust in his own perspective, his own memory, rarely allowing his recollection of events be prioritized over another’s. In a situation where he knew he was drunk it was all the easier to doubt himself like this.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

as it processes.

She dips her chin slightly and gathers a slow intake of breath. It slithers out her mouth.

And this micro expression;her brows curl downward ever so.
As if she knew.
But now this one’s looking at her like a kicked puppy.
“.. … . ..”

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Yeah. Probably better to stop Happy Hour early.

She doesn’t need to lug around a drunk scout for the next hour.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Oh. That’s. Different.
He looks confused.
Her head tilts a little as she leans to check in on him.

“Uh huh?” she nods back, halfway mocking.

“Doing okay?” she asks, with a brow lightly raising.

Her fingers are laced around the bottle’s barrel and she seals it with its cork.

[𝓝𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 @BackgroundScout]

He just utters a lightly inquisitive “Huh?” and calmly awaits an explanation.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

Her eyes slowly shut as it runs down her throat, that lovely numbness to chase in its shadow.

Yet after a few swigs, it doesn’t come. Not for her.

The bottle lowers back into her lap.
Her eyes open again. She only blinks.
And glances back at him.

“.. ?” her brow quirks.

[𝙱𝐢𝚛𝐝 𝖔𝖋 𝙿𝐑𝙴𝐘 @CavenTraute]

She only has to lift it a little before it’s innards start to spill. He’s only made it a quarter the way down.

Then again, for a bottle this long, he did pretty decently for a lightweight.

Lilac delight. Even its bitterness tastes sweet.

[𝓝𝓸𝓫𝓸𝓭𝔂 @BackgroundScout]

it made him uneasy, or it was familiar, made him feel at home, the two speculations wrestled in his mind, forgetting that they were just two halves of one internal truth.