hm? do you lack friends, wriothesley? i’ve heard smiles are aplenty when one is around those they cherish.
sure, if you are not busy. i’d like that.. having your company, i mean.
heh.
you're the first person this week that actually made me smile like this so thank you.
if you missed me that much then let me escort you to the theater so we can catch up then?
but i am not looking to swing a fist with force. a gesture of friendship shouldn’t cause harm to others.
i missed you. ( ... ) just kidding. i truly do miss you, but i’ve come on official business for the theater.
well certainly it's pretty adorable how you still try to leave an impression with a punch, could give you a lesson or two on how to actually swing a fist.
besides that — what brings back to fontaine?
“ so are you, then. the captain is adorable. ”
not a term most would describe him as, she reckons. but that’s alright——he will be adorable to her, and her alone. like a shared secret between the two.
when the helmet is lifted, if only slightly, she reaches out heavenward to caress sharp angles of his jaw and cheek. mapping out what she could through the gentlest of touches, akin to the light of a distant moon.
A smile forms beneath his helmet as he receives that kiss, one worthy of a woman in love. He is taken by surprise by such a confession, though he certainly doesn't mind it.
— The feeling is mutual. — He admits before slightly lifting his helmet and leaning down to place a >
@lupianism that unapologetically sink into his neck. with wandering, dainty palms that soon traverse the expanse of a firm bicep, squeezing and groping shamelessly——down to hands riddled with hard–earned calluses.
“ does it? i won’t stop, then. ”
almost involuntarily and against her better judgment, she winds her arms around @lupianism’s neck. moving languidly, something careless. nails scratching where nape meets blond strands. then, when she decides she’s waited long enough, →
@lupianism day after day of being in the grand master’s presence, she’s bound to take an interest in him.. in a manner too intimate, that is. it’s his arms she finds herself within, from fingernails that leave crescents into scalp to the teeth +
“ because i like you. ”
words are uttered bluntly, yet they drip with a sweet longing. fingers closed around his wrist—dearly, like the touch of a lover—holding it still as her head inclines to press a kiss to the palm of his hand.
A slight shiver at those words; he hadn't expected to hear such a thing from the Moon Maiden. A soft sigh escapes him as the cold metal of his gloves gently settles against her delicate cheeks, caressing them.
waah—! flailing limbs, grasping at everything and anything to right herself. her salvation comes in the form of a warm, broad and comfortable chest.. perching her chin atop his sternum to stare at him once nerves settled.
mid flight , he suddenly springs his eyes open and playfully grabs onto her outstretched arms , pulling her on top of him as he plopped onto the ground . safely of course , he could take it !
“ jeez Bina , you gotta remember your own strength ! “
brightest grin on his face .
@lupianism the doveling’s grabbing hold of the lapels of his coat now, hauling his torso upright. it does not take much effort; varka would heed her every word, she knows. against his chest she remains, still, settled over his lap and curled up +