Pierce
There’s a knowing glint to the bright blue of his eyes, amusement clear in his gaze as she agrees with him. Pierce can’t help the way his gaze lingers on her as she takes a sip of the bottle, still completely in her space. But as she offers the bottle to him, who is he to object – taking it easily from her to lift to his lips, taking a deep swig of it himself, lowering the bottle thereafter to grant her a wolfish grin as she leans in.
“I like you.” Pierce says rather abruptly, some amount of potential in perhaps sticking around to see just how much she wished to offer him – after all, he’s only sticking around Torchline for so long, sampling what he wanted, before he would need to venture off to connect with Dorian to see what else they needed to do.
As it stands now, her loud sigh of dramatics in addition to his, has a deep baritone laugh rolling through him, meeting her head on with that one curl blotting out half of his vision. “Oh, entirely.” Pierce agrees without a second thought, the hand not holding the bottle lifts to brush the back of his knuckles against the hollow of her throat, his attention dropping from her face briefly to watch. “Why else would we be here without that predilection toward danger?” His gaze snaps up to her face, Pierce’s hand opening to caress the side of her throat.
“I like you.” Pierce says rather abruptly, some amount of potential in perhaps sticking around to see just how much she wished to offer him – after all, he’s only sticking around Torchline for so long, sampling what he wanted, before he would need to venture off to connect with Dorian to see what else they needed to do.
As it stands now, her loud sigh of dramatics in addition to his, has a deep baritone laugh rolling through him, meeting her head on with that one curl blotting out half of his vision. “Oh, entirely.” Pierce agrees without a second thought, the hand not holding the bottle lifts to brush the back of his knuckles against the hollow of her throat, his attention dropping from her face briefly to watch. “Why else would we be here without that predilection toward danger?” His gaze snaps up to her face, Pierce’s hand opening to caress the side of her throat.
