Pierce
He has no need for the shiny trinkets in this offshoot of the cave. He has no need for anything, really, but there’s temptation in the way that she walks through it, while his eyes never leave her. It’s almost as if she’s putting on a show for him and Pierce is nothing if not raptly attentive.
Her fingers drag against each box full of goodies and he remains, back to the wall, waiting to hear what she decides to be worth the travel into the caves with the stranger. And when her voice starts to rise, a quiet dull thrum of an echo through the cavern they’re in, Pierce’s wolfish smirk grows again, especially as she rounds to a stop before him.
His back presses into the grooves of the stone cave behind him, his head tilting playfully like a cat with a mouse. ”I wanted to see what I was working with.” That baritone voice crosses the distance between them again, and without a heartbeat of a second more, Pierce pushes off the wall, crowding her and offering the heat and marble of his body, effectively trying to corral her to step back, aiming to press her back against the table where the trinkets and boxes sat.
He leans in, head hovering above her shoulder, her curls tickling at his nose when he speaks in an almost impossible gravellier tone. ”Seems like the most valuable thing in here to you, is me.” And just like that, she’d passed a test of sorts, and Pierce remains exactly where he is, pressing against her but still refraining from touching, as if trying to figure out just how he’d reward her.
Her fingers drag against each box full of goodies and he remains, back to the wall, waiting to hear what she decides to be worth the travel into the caves with the stranger. And when her voice starts to rise, a quiet dull thrum of an echo through the cavern they’re in, Pierce’s wolfish smirk grows again, especially as she rounds to a stop before him.
His back presses into the grooves of the stone cave behind him, his head tilting playfully like a cat with a mouse. ”I wanted to see what I was working with.” That baritone voice crosses the distance between them again, and without a heartbeat of a second more, Pierce pushes off the wall, crowding her and offering the heat and marble of his body, effectively trying to corral her to step back, aiming to press her back against the table where the trinkets and boxes sat.
He leans in, head hovering above her shoulder, her curls tickling at his nose when he speaks in an almost impossible gravellier tone. ”Seems like the most valuable thing in here to you, is me.” And just like that, she’d passed a test of sorts, and Pierce remains exactly where he is, pressing against her but still refraining from touching, as if trying to figure out just how he’d reward her.
