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Perhaps that was my round about way of asking ye, lass. [With a wink, he tucks that information in the back of his mind. She would be infinitely beautiful (as if she isn't right now) tusseled up on a bed, spread out with white or black ropes snug about her-
Ah, sometimes, where his mind does wander.
He chuckles softly, rubbing his cheek to hers, before he starts off back towards sanctuary in this dense wood.]
Like a dream, to be whisking off the fair maid. [His voice trails off as if it really is some wondrous dream. It isn't a terribly long walk, to bring her back to safety, carrying her the whole way because she is letting him. It also means before they come into sight of another, he can shift his head to nose at the base of a long ear, instinct wanting to reach out and groom them properly but that will have to wait.]
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[She's teasing him even as she chides him playfully, her claws combing through fur and hair as she nuzzles him, nipping lightly at his jaw spurs with her chuckle building at the back of her throat. The pleased sounds she makes only grow at the feel of his nose against her ears, longing to feel him touch them, to feel his broad fingers in her hair, eyes closed in bliss as she sags in his arms. More relaxed in his embrace than she's been in ages.]
You cut quite the figure as the handsome knight, I think. Shining armor and all.
[Her chuckle is soft, her palm cradling his cheek, idly stroking the tufts of fur with a calloused thumb.]
*slides subject in here so gmail stops collapsing everything in this post together*
In two lives where nothing is simple and easy.
He does bring her back to one of the low hammocks, laying her onto it and shooing off worried Viera with an 'I've got it.' While he's no official healer, he's had to patch himself up plenty of times. Get the wound clean, tie it up neatly. It'll heal soon enough on its own.]
As long as my handiwork doesn't leave a scar on this lovely skin, I'll consider my work excellent. [With a playful smile up to her.] A wonderful excuse to get to touch.
omg my mailbox does it too even WHEN they have subject titles pls send help
[Her smile is lopsided from discomfort, but here, under the canopy of Fanow, her expression is somehow bittersweet. There's a longing that she does not speak of when she's here among the viis of Fanow, knowing that she cannot hear their wood, that she is a stranger among a people so like her and yet apart. They have accepted her as an ally of Ronka simply by proximity to Sigr, but she is not of Rak'tika, and she cannot hear its voice as they can.
So she focuses instead on his hands, allowing herself to rub her fingers along the bridge of his broad nose and across his cheek before she settles back to get comfortable.]
Or perhaps I will let it scar to give you more reason to fuss?
[Her smirk turns coy, her ears flicking, a hum of amusement rising from her. When she continues her voice is soft, quiet enough that even the others will not hear her with their sensitive ears.]
We could always come up with far better excuses, you know. Like how surely I will need assistance later when I've need of new clothes or drawing a hot bath?
>.< That's the worst. As long as I have a thread title it keeps them apart. Mostly.
My dear, I think that is the opposite of 'better excuse' and 'discretion', but I approve of them nonetheless.
[There is a depth to his gaze that speaks all of the many things, if she allowed it, he would do to her if given the chance to see her alone. The tension, and not of the poor kind, has only been growing between them. A natural connection, a chemistry he can scent when he breathes in her unique scent. For a man who took the name of a night-wolf, given his desires for many and all, he finds himself drawn to her in a singularly unique way.]
A scar given by an enemy... is hardly the mark I would wish to be remembered by upon you.
oooof no kidding
[She smiles at him through a part in her thick bangs, lifting a hand to tap his broad nose. The look in his eyes was a lovely distraction from the homesickness that burned within her, her smile growing. For no matter what others might have thought of her people or how they dressed, she was very particular about who she allowed close.
Moreso for who she allowed as close as she allowed Sigr. It was a selfish kind of delight she took in seeing how she could surprise him, gathering up the sound of his laughter and keeping it within her heart where she could think back on it later and let it warm her from head to toe as it did now. So she playfully shrugged her shoulders, feigning ignorance for but a moment, only for his words to pull a soft huff of amusement from her.]
Fair enough.
[She pauses, one ear cocking to gauge how close the others are, before her smile turns mischievous. It is the only warning she gives before she speaks.]
Would you give me better marks to remember you by then, my magus?
Mykha and Sigr
[His nose wrinkles up at the tap, making him bring up a paw to rub at it once before a quiet laugh leaves him. What is it about her that brings a certain playfulness in him that's different than the rest? A desire to protect her, yet witness her prowess in battle, to as much lick across her skin and taste sweat and blood as it is to lap where it would bring her pleasure? Not... that he had let himself linger on those thoughts. So much of what they had been doing recently was too important. Too much time consumed and not nearly the privacy.]
Somewhere, perhaps, that only you and I would be able to see. [And by default, only somewhere another lover might see.] Maybe...
[What would he do? A scar, no. No. But when he glances down, it comes to mind. The same as himself, of course. He reaches down to take her hand, then brings her fingertips to one of his forearms, where the silvery marks he had taken upon taking his mentor's stone lay.]
Maybe something like this, wrapping around your hip or your upper thigh. [There may be something possessive in that idea, the idea that he would want to keep her, but spoken all in play... isn't it? They had been so playful with one another, a kindred spirit in the fun of flirt and tease.]
Mykha back on her nonsense
[Somewhere away from all their duties, when they have time. When the world is no longer in peril and she can have him all to herself for a bell or two. To well and truly rest. Ever since she left the Wood she's been so much more conscious of time. These younger peoples outside the Wood rushed so quickly to see the horizon and she was beginning to understand.
While she had too much of it, they had so very, very little. So she drank in these moments, the little way his brow would crease and his eyes would flash as he thought, the little twitches in his muzzle when he spoke. Her handsome magus, the one selfish thought she kept to herself.
Her brows arch as he catches her by surprise, and she smiles; soft and genuine without a hint of her usual teasing.]
And here I was suggesting you mark me with your kisses! I would be honored to bear a mark such as that, Sigr.
[She takes his paw, stroking his knuckles and massaging the pad of his palm, lifting it to kiss his knuckles.]
What color you you paint upon me that others would know your mark?
He will counter with his own.
Still, the rub of the thick pad of his palm and the kiss ease that off and he looks to her with a warm gaze, smiling softly.]
Need you even ask, my lovely bun? [He shifts his paw to grasp her hand, folding her fingers until only a single one remains, bringing it up to touch the tip of it to the bluish mint of the mark across his face, which matches the marks in his fur. His mark, then.]
You would become dessert. Mint and chocolate. [Oh how his eyes dance in playfulness with that!]
cat and bunny hijinks are the best sort
[That finger pressed to his painted fur begins to rub, stroking along the bridge of his broad nose and up between his brows. To have that color winding down her side all her life as a way to remember her magus by... Her smile is broad, her teeth gnashing happily.]
It would be one of my greatest pleasures, Sigr. But if I should become dessert, would I not be in danger of being eaten up?
[Her chuckles are accompanied by a flick of her ears, the thoughts fanciful and yet it brought to mind the thought of his tongue upon her skin and she had to busy herself with petting him to distract herself from those wayward thoughts.]
agreed. specially funny as we've had that in my house recently
That, my lovely dancer, is a danger you are always in. [His eyes shine right back at her, filled with amusement and yes, unsurprisingly, hinted in lust. There is so much he enjoys about her - her wit, her sharp tongue, her intelligence, her humor - but he would not deny that the sheer physical chemistry between them is a powerful one.]
Though, sadly, I think that must wait for another time.
[When they have actual time together and not in the home of her brethren that would likely turn him into a pin cushion if he tried while in their presence.]
o no what did they get up to
[Her thumb brushes the spurs on his brow, rising to rub his ear, her fingers sinking into his hair and gently pulling him closer. The viis of Fanow would not spread rumors, and even if they could not be as close as either of them might wish, she still wanted him as close as she could have him. To feel his soft warmth, to bury her face against him as she dozed. Let their companions talk, as long as she was able to trace the patterns on his fur with her fingers while she rubbed her scent into his fur.]
The greatest of tragedies. Well, I shall surely have to make sure the wait shall be worth it, will I not?
[That smile is somewhere between coy and smug and is made of pure trouble. A smile she saves for him and hides from the rest of their party.]
the kitten has decided to 'make friends' with our rabbit who seems resigned about it
[His eyes close as her thumb runs above them, responding to her request for more by shifting his weight, bringing himself to brace most of his weight on the cot. Any closer, and he will lay with her completely, and right now he is beginning to desire that. A quiet nap in the shade of the Greatwood, though he wonders what the Viera would think of that.
If he smells of her, well... there may be a point of pride on that. A fine woman to be scented by, and more than that. It shows her care, warming to his heart.]
Surely. [He agrees in a quiet rumble, cracking an eye open just in time to see that smile he knew would be there by her change in tone. Speaking of what warms his heart... emboldened, he reaches out to brush his nose across her cheek.]
Get some rest. By the time you wake, your leg will be right as rain and we can find our next adventure. [For it never ends.]