Pierce
Its evident in Pierce’s own flushed skin just how much he enjoyed this, even as his blue gaze remains heavy lidded, viewing her as he keeps his arms braced around her, trying to determine just what she intended to come next. “I have to agree.” That deep tone rumbles out of him again, before he finally regains enough of his composure, fixing his clothes a bit, running a hand through his own tousled curls.
His gaze returns to her as she settles more fully onto the table, Pierce trying to temper the grin that forms. “It’s where all the smugglers keep their trinkets.” He informs her, stepping back toward the table to pick up a trinket of his own — a pale gemstone set in a silver chain, half attached to a gold goblet that had only been revealed when they’d knocked it over in their activities.
He straightens a little as he lifts the gem to brush off the dust on his shirt, humming under his breath in thought. “It’s a maze of caves with the threat of getting flooded in when the tide comes in.” He keeps his tone low but it still seems to echo in the small cavern. “So, I would have to say it depends on the tide.” He smirks, looking back at her as he pockets the pale gem.
His gaze returns to her as she settles more fully onto the table, Pierce trying to temper the grin that forms. “It’s where all the smugglers keep their trinkets.” He informs her, stepping back toward the table to pick up a trinket of his own — a pale gemstone set in a silver chain, half attached to a gold goblet that had only been revealed when they’d knocked it over in their activities.
He straightens a little as he lifts the gem to brush off the dust on his shirt, humming under his breath in thought. “It’s a maze of caves with the threat of getting flooded in when the tide comes in.” He keeps his tone low but it still seems to echo in the small cavern. “So, I would have to say it depends on the tide.” He smirks, looking back at her as he pockets the pale gem.
