ISKRA
Now he regrets telling her his surprise. He would have like for them to go tit for tat with them, his a nice date, hers some murderous potential. It is not actually surprising that she holds onto it with all the iron teeth of a safe though. To invoke as much chaos as possible it's best to spring things on people, and as his continual experiences with her have only further demonstrated, from soldiers in pockets to masquerade plots, she is not one to share he plans and lose the potential of a wild reaction. She might be one of the best secret keepers in Caido, if he had to hazard a guess, unless the telling of the secret would create more bedlam for everyone.
"Hopefully you're not hoping I'll actually hit anything with them," he laughs low and entirely pleased at the idea of getting his hands on her cannons, both the ones on her ship or elsewhere that she owns. "I've never used them, so a trial run might be in order." Similarly, he could use practice on both her cannons.
It does seem for the best that he ran the possibilities past her, since unlike her, his goal isn't to shock and awe, but for her to find the most fulfillment. He would have chosen the city first, if only because they spend so much time romping through the wilderness as is that he thought it might feel less like a date and just another one of their days doing fuck all. Maybe that's her point though, that she'd rather more of those over trying to bend to what others deem suitable. She has never been one mold herself towards what everyone else wants. "Peephole picnic it is then," he declares without another thought about it. Eventually, he'd whittle off every land beside her, stuffy city or not.
"Let's go before we both turn into wrinkly prunes," he murmurs, hands sliding down to gather at her thighs and hoist her to his chest, wading out of the pool. "Towel off, dress fast, and we'll race back home so the cold can't catch us." He sets her down and will even be kind enough to wait until her twenty layers are back on before starting the race.
[FIN]
"Hopefully you're not hoping I'll actually hit anything with them," he laughs low and entirely pleased at the idea of getting his hands on her cannons, both the ones on her ship or elsewhere that she owns. "I've never used them, so a trial run might be in order." Similarly, he could use practice on both her cannons.
It does seem for the best that he ran the possibilities past her, since unlike her, his goal isn't to shock and awe, but for her to find the most fulfillment. He would have chosen the city first, if only because they spend so much time romping through the wilderness as is that he thought it might feel less like a date and just another one of their days doing fuck all. Maybe that's her point though, that she'd rather more of those over trying to bend to what others deem suitable. She has never been one mold herself towards what everyone else wants. "Peephole picnic it is then," he declares without another thought about it. Eventually, he'd whittle off every land beside her, stuffy city or not.
"Let's go before we both turn into wrinkly prunes," he murmurs, hands sliding down to gather at her thighs and hoist her to his chest, wading out of the pool. "Towel off, dress fast, and we'll race back home so the cold can't catch us." He sets her down and will even be kind enough to wait until her twenty layers are back on before starting the race.
[FIN]
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
