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~< You’rre cllawrrect. I do rrequirre ssuch thingss… if onlly to lloan them when you vissit.

==> It’s getting much harder not to tense up; interlocking fingers like this has the odd little side effect of making you want to dissolve into a puddle of lavender candle wax.

==> And there you go again, conjuring images nobody needs to see. You file them away and refocus your attention on the lovely young woman before you. A little more accustomed to this (for the moment), you manage to look directly at her. And you fall for her trap: slipping right into those wide eyes that she so clearly left for you to spring.

~< But thank you, llady Lleijon. I am… gllad you enjoy ssharring time with me. I fairrlly trreassurre it myssellf.

:33 < *ac smiles up at him warmly, moving closer, purrobably barely more than an inch so…* of course i enjoy time with you. you’re sw33t and charming and generous. anyone would. *She gives his hand a squ33ze and bats her eyelashes up at him, albeit not on purrpose* its a highlight in my day cc:

==> Varans: Inhale.

==> You breathe deeply, your lungs crumpling in a slow sigh. Only subconsciously do you realize that they’re now filled with her scent: grassy and comforting.

~< And of mine, llady Lleijon. And of mine.

==> You consider the— you debate the merits of— oh, fuck it. In a very uncharacteristic and unaristocratic gesture, you fold your other arm around her shoulders and pull her into an embrace - unpracticed and warm. You can hear your arms whispering as they tighten.

You let out a gasp as you’re pulled close into his arms, and smile softly. He’s warm— extremely so in fact. You breathe in deeply, capturing his scent in your nose. Mature and dignified. Wild and chaotic. Mysterious. It lulled you in his arms, and your wide eyes close as you rest your head on his shoulder… You open your mouth to reply to the aristocrat, but close it again quickly, letting out a tiny, happy sigh. You can’t think of anything that could make this better, so you just rest a paw beside your face on his chest… 

==> And just like that, with that soft little sigh of hers, your mind is emptied of doubts and of formalities and of oh for jegus’ sake you can’t even come up with the words for what you’ve blanked on. She surrounds you, she fills you… Somewhere it registers that your hands are, fingertip by fingertip, walking themselves around her to clutch just a little more tightly. Your nails help. This feels too right… the flit of her breath, her slight movement as she holds her cheek to the rise and fall of your chest… You don’t even bother to try and remember the theramin.

((ack, sorry for that first one. Something posted it before I was done))

As the time goes on, your can’t help yourself. You begin to purr softly in his arms, nearly falling asleep. this is more comfortable than your pillows, more comfortable than your cat bed… warm and caring… Your tail sways from side to side as your gradually held tighter. You’re on cloud nyan, and the world around you is as void as a sky. You’re unable to think of anything but how wonderful this is.

==> You slowly become aware that neither of you have said anything for a little while. And while you find her purr… well, let’s just say you enjoy it… While you very much enjoy that purr of hers, you determine that something needs to be said. So, tight and growly as your throat is, and compressed as your lungs are (because you sure as hell aren’t going to let her go just to talk), you say it.

~< Thank you, llady Lleijon.

Your eyes open tiredly, and you peer up at him, a tiny smile on your face. His low voice.. he sounds almost breathless…

:33 < you’re welcome, varans. but… thanks for what? *she wonders, looking almost half asl33p* 

~< I am… not ssurre I can adecohuatlly expllain. But I am thankfull nonethellessss.

==> Varans: Resist urge to pet behind her ear again.

==> Urge resisted… but only just. Instead, you— Oh, no, wait… Wait… No, sorry. You fail to resist the urge. You fail spectacularly. Your hand eases back up as you try and force out something else… perhaps to clear that gogawful pun from the air.

~< Thingss arre… callmerr. Wyrrmerr. When you arre herre.

==> You’re mostly telling the truth. Honestly, there’s much of you that is rather the opposite of calm… but she has that effect, too. You can relax around her on a level that you can’t usually, even considering just how flustered you get on other levels also.