anon dare meme

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anon dare meme

and a happy heavensturn to you! Anon dare rules are the same as ever, friends! 1. Post with your character! 2. Go anon and find another character. 3. Give them a dare that involves another character on the meme. 4. Go do your own dares. Tag around, and have fun!

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[haillenarte]

[the demand of the voice has been met, and zephirin's mission is complete. francel's fingers twitch ever so slightly as the archimandrite's lips make their contact, but he otherwise remains quite still. his cheeks burn vivid pink. this kiss is received through a layer of cloth, but still, francel fancies that he can feel zephirin's warmth tingling on the back of his hand.

in a moment of weakness, francel reaches out with his free hand, and touches zephirin's cheek, almost lovingly. then he jerks back as he realizes what he has done.]

A-Ah — my apologies...

[valhourdin]

[ Lord Francel's reaction is not that of a priest, nor that of a noble lady to greet at a ball. His fleeting touch to Zephirin's cheek seems somehow wistful, oddly heavy with longing.

Yet to rise from the ground, Zephirin meets the young lord's deep blue eyes; his thumb rests lightly over the spot where he pressed his lips to the back of Francel's hand, as if poised to wipe away some unseen imprint of perfectly chaste a kiss. ]

None are needed, my lord. My thanks for your consent.

[haillenarte]

[zephirin's eyes are remarkably captivating. they bear the same shade of green that the young lord prefers in his clothes. francel finds himself captured, transfixed; his fingers remain caught in zephirin's hand.]

No thanks are necessary. I am all too happy to assist...

[he feels as though his face is positively blazing. his body feels uncomfortably warm. to zephirin's eyes, francel imagines, he must look sweaty, and splotchy, and disheveled. nevertheless — nevertheless, he musters the courage to detain the archimandrite for another moment.]

...S-Ser Zephirin? Might I... keep you for a moment longer?

[valhourdin]

Certainly, if you have need of me. Is aught amiss?

[ Drawing himself up then, the knight relinquishes his hold on Francel's hand. Smoothly, his armour's skirt slides back into place.

Zephirin studies Francel with the same mildly curious look he wore earlier, awaiting the explanation for the young lord's request. He notes the blush slow to fade from Francel's cheeks. ]

[haillenarte]

Well... I realize your task is complete...

[nervously, the young lord laces his fingers in front of him, holding his joined hands together at his waist.]

But... might I trouble you for one more kiss?

[valhourdin]

[ Zephirin's curious look grows distinctly so. The kiss given with Francel's consent, though harmless, was nevertheless an unusual act — pursuing another may lead to some harm.

Perhaps the first, brief and left upon cloth, was not to anyone's satisfaction. ]

Shall I remove your glove, Lord Francel?

[haillenarte]

N-No, I...

[zephirin's curious look becomes harder and harder to meet by the minute. demurely, francel lowers his eyes.]

...I was hoping you might kiss me upon my cheek?

[seized by uncertainty at the last minute, francel's hope becomes a question by the odd upturn of his voice.]

[valhourdin]

[ Mercifully, they stand somewhere secluded, no mortal witnesses about to watch them. Lord Francel has his reasons for asking such a thing — Zephirin does not make them his business. The request, he decides, is not impossible to fulfill, not likely to reach other ears, and he steps closer and leans in to oblige. ]

By your leave.

[ Observing formalities is somewhat unnecessary, but Zephirin murmurs the words ere his lips touch the soft, smooth curve of Francel's cheek. This kiss, too, should leave no lasting mark upon them. ]

[haillenarte]

[though francel squeezes his eyes shut the moment zephirin steps forward, his face has relaxed by the time the knight's lips graze the side of his cheek. he opens his eyes.

the warmth of zephirin's lips seem to linger upon his cheeks.

...or perhaps that is merely the cause of his own warm blood coursing close to the surface.]

...Th-Thank you, Ser Zephirin...