// seen you smile in a secret language
Beaming up at him to hear his whisper, it’s with a playful scrunch of her nose that she whispers back, “like a Fox?” before she’s drawing silent to hear that protective gleam within him, even if they’re both in agreement that she could handle herself (and had done it often enough). It still helps keep that heat flooding to her cheeks, the warmth of it searingly hot in the space of the already hot hotsprings.
She practically melts into him with the press of his lips to her cheeks, keeping them flaring like a fire as she considers their wedding date. “Hmmmm…” She murmurs, sinking back onto her heels and winding her arms around his middle, fisting her hands into the back of his shirt to cement her against him. “Well it can’t be too long of a day. Then we’d have no time for the rest of the wedding shenanigans that happen after dark.” She drawls, letting her voice drop to a playfully suggestive whisper (as if they would even have to wait for night to approach in order for her to intertwine herself with him, but that’s beside the point).
“What about the beginning of Flowerbirth? When the flowers are just beginning to bud and bloom? And it’s somewhat in between both of our birthdays?” She tilts her head curiously, a humid and damp curl clings to the curve of the black and ruby lined horn, but she pays it little mind with the smile that remains on her face.
She practically melts into him with the press of his lips to her cheeks, keeping them flaring like a fire as she considers their wedding date. “Hmmmm…” She murmurs, sinking back onto her heels and winding her arms around his middle, fisting her hands into the back of his shirt to cement her against him. “Well it can’t be too long of a day. Then we’d have no time for the rest of the wedding shenanigans that happen after dark.” She drawls, letting her voice drop to a playfully suggestive whisper (as if they would even have to wait for night to approach in order for her to intertwine herself with him, but that’s beside the point).
“What about the beginning of Flowerbirth? When the flowers are just beginning to bud and bloom? And it’s somewhat in between both of our birthdays?” She tilts her head curiously, a humid and damp curl clings to the curve of the black and ruby lined horn, but she pays it little mind with the smile that remains on her face.
KIADA
love i know just like the ocean //
totally sniped from odd ilu
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
