ISKRA
If he had any inkling of all the back and forth raging inside her, he would have opted to do more to persuade, or maybe been clever enough to lead her in such a way she wouldn't have to dig in her heels (alas, that requires awareness and tact). He at least knows he's not going to beat her in the stubborn game, which is perhaps one of the reasons they've always gotten on well—he's patient enough to see her through the moments where she hunkers down, and he doesn't expect them to change, they've been there all this time after all. It's no different than the way she idles whenever he drifts into melancholy, offering a hand when he needs it.
In this case, some taunting is the hand he's extending, quite at risk of having it bit too.
Now, there's a strip tease, and there's Melita disrobing in the dead of winter in Halo. It is a worthwhile show, and he keeps his gaze rather trained on her throughout it, trying not to be caught staring whenever her gaze flashes to him, afraid she might rear up and just depart entirely. Splashing every so often as he rolls and shifts in the pool instead, continuing to make dramatic sound effects of enjoyment, he does appraise her steady progress with an increasing return of his prior eagerness.
By the time she's left with mostly skin, he's openly watching her. The opportunity to truly appreciate her in full bikini splendor is short lived though, her body vanishing into the pool with a splash that douses him with a sheet of water. He turns away too late, the spray of it blasting against his ear and causing him to shake his head like a dog. Still, she's in, and he lifts his arms in a cheer. "Right!?" he agrees with a wide grin, surging closer to her as he shoves off a nearby wall, warm water parting around him like he is some magnificent sea creature—so it feels anyway, momentarily, while he has the speed of the push behind him. "I helped build this," he says with a touch of pride. "It was fucking awful," he soon follows up with a laugh. "So. Much. Digging. Thought my arms might fall off."
In this case, some taunting is the hand he's extending, quite at risk of having it bit too.
Now, there's a strip tease, and there's Melita disrobing in the dead of winter in Halo. It is a worthwhile show, and he keeps his gaze rather trained on her throughout it, trying not to be caught staring whenever her gaze flashes to him, afraid she might rear up and just depart entirely. Splashing every so often as he rolls and shifts in the pool instead, continuing to make dramatic sound effects of enjoyment, he does appraise her steady progress with an increasing return of his prior eagerness.
By the time she's left with mostly skin, he's openly watching her. The opportunity to truly appreciate her in full bikini splendor is short lived though, her body vanishing into the pool with a splash that douses him with a sheet of water. He turns away too late, the spray of it blasting against his ear and causing him to shake his head like a dog. Still, she's in, and he lifts his arms in a cheer. "Right!?" he agrees with a wide grin, surging closer to her as he shoves off a nearby wall, warm water parting around him like he is some magnificent sea creature—so it feels anyway, momentarily, while he has the speed of the push behind him. "I helped build this," he says with a touch of pride. "It was fucking awful," he soon follows up with a laugh. "So. Much. Digging. Thought my arms might fall off."
Got me singing in the pouring rain
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
Got me wrapped around her finger
Well pardon my mannersJust something about you turns me to a savage
