Mateo
"Perfetta," Mateo whispers in turn, a smile kicking up the corner of his mouth and his chin lifting lazily to allow whatever affections she feels fit to bestow upon him. "I can only agree, ama." His eyes close, only to crack open again as she feels him move, and it's with a lazy and approving gaze that he watches her kiss her way down his torso before rising, more flexible than he is (and that's saying something, though she won't know it just yet).
Humming his affirmative, he stretches languidly against the blanket before tucking himself away, crossing his arms behind his head to gaze up at her and the sun streaming past her body in golden caresses - just as he'd painted her. "Charlie, the Ancient, who is moving to the Hollowed Grounds?" he echoes with an equally as sunny smile, one that shows dimples and the twinkle in his blue eyes.
Humming his affirmative, he stretches languidly against the blanket before tucking himself away, crossing his arms behind his head to gaze up at her and the sun streaming past her body in golden caresses - just as he'd painted her. "Charlie, the Ancient, who is moving to the Hollowed Grounds?" he echoes with an equally as sunny smile, one that shows dimples and the twinkle in his blue eyes.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
