She'd never get her way. [Isn't a platitude, though it slips out with ease under the restless edges of those teeth; chilled breath worked against his ear for both the angle he's set in on, and the strange difference in his comparative measure when he's stooped over her like this— her lips pulled upwards around an elongated fang, grinning and gasping all at once. Careful with those gauntlets, and with her effort to only take in as much air as she needs to speak so as not to draw attention, and— ]
You don't need me rushing to your defense to make it so, but.... Ah— [Is a quickened hiss, one that weaves its way in closer. More flush than all the rest. Some paltry bid at staying silent when her stomach's drawn in tight enough to choke beneath her lungs, and her knees feel selfishly inclined to forfeit.] mind yourself, wicked little thing.
[Said the vampire that punctuates that sentiment via fanged chastisement.]
I'd turn into a wolf if need be just to keep watch over you at her side. [It's the first image that came to mind. She's no idea why— just distracted, most likely. Pleasantly, dangerously distracted.] But given a soirée worth its imported Waterdavian salt, oh, darling, it'd be so easy to steal something enviable. Wear it in a way that makes it enviable, all her precious cutouts included.
And after my fashionably late arrival does everything its meant to when it comes to garnering attention, I'll spend the rest of the evening sniping every last favorable mark right out from underneath her powdered nose. [Another nip. Another scoring kiss.] Anyone that looks fondly on her will find themselves snubbed, and those who convert—
[There's a quickened gasp.
A sudden exhaled noise in the aftermath (that's as much to do with his attention as it does her own incited thoughts), palm-pressure doubling itself as she presses him back by a forearm's length at most: curls a tangle across her gleaming, all-too-transparently elated eyes. Accompanied by perhaps the most devilishly elated expression to date.]
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You don't need me rushing to your defense to make it so, but.... Ah— [Is a quickened hiss, one that weaves its way in closer. More flush than all the rest. Some paltry bid at staying silent when her stomach's drawn in tight enough to choke beneath her lungs, and her knees feel selfishly inclined to forfeit.] mind yourself, wicked little thing.
[Said the vampire that punctuates that sentiment via fanged chastisement.]
I'd turn into a wolf if need be just to keep watch over you at her side. [It's the first image that came to mind. She's no idea why— just distracted, most likely. Pleasantly, dangerously distracted.] But given a soirée worth its imported Waterdavian salt, oh, darling, it'd be so easy to steal something enviable. Wear it in a way that makes it enviable, all her precious cutouts included.
And after my fashionably late arrival does everything its meant to when it comes to garnering attention, I'll spend the rest of the evening sniping every last favorable mark right out from underneath her powdered nose. [Another nip. Another scoring kiss.] Anyone that looks fondly on her will find themselves snubbed, and those who convert—
[There's a quickened gasp.
A sudden exhaled noise in the aftermath (that's as much to do with his attention as it does her own incited thoughts), palm-pressure doubling itself as she presses him back by a forearm's length at most: curls a tangle across her gleaming, all-too-transparently elated eyes. Accompanied by perhaps the most devilishly elated expression to date.]
—she said she has plans tomorrow.
What plans? Do you know?