you may say that i'm a dreamer
Things you did not anticipate:
1. Being dragged closer to the game.
2. Having the bottle land on you, indicating you have to perform the first mating ritual.
3. Having your partner chosen for you.
4... A kiss.
You color a vibrant shade of crimson as the pretty (is she pretty? Do you even know what pretty means?) Fae girl drifts toward you on shiny, pearlescent wings. Her comment about comfort leaves you more confused: technically you hadn't even wanted to come this far, yet here you are, about to indicate a willingness for mating you absolutely do not feel.
Nodding slowly, you lean towards the Fae, pausing a moment as you near her. "I don't actually wanna initiate a mating ritual with you," you tell her simply, not unkind at all, your voice sincere and earnest.
Swallowing, steeling yourself, you close the space between your faces and let your mouth meet hers. It is an awkward exchange without finesse, a press of lips, held for the appropriate time (you hope), before you pull away, your blush only deepened beneath your array of freckles.
And just like that, you've had your first kiss. Congratulations, kiddo. You're a real man now.
(jklol)
1. Being dragged closer to the game.
2. Having the bottle land on you, indicating you have to perform the first mating ritual.
3. Having your partner chosen for you.
4... A kiss.
You color a vibrant shade of crimson as the pretty (is she pretty? Do you even know what pretty means?) Fae girl drifts toward you on shiny, pearlescent wings. Her comment about comfort leaves you more confused: technically you hadn't even wanted to come this far, yet here you are, about to indicate a willingness for mating you absolutely do not feel.
Nodding slowly, you lean towards the Fae, pausing a moment as you near her. "I don't actually wanna initiate a mating ritual with you," you tell her simply, not unkind at all, your voice sincere and earnest.
Swallowing, steeling yourself, you close the space between your faces and let your mouth meet hers. It is an awkward exchange without finesse, a press of lips, held for the appropriate time (you hope), before you pull away, your blush only deepened beneath your array of freckles.
And just like that, you've had your first kiss. Congratulations, kiddo. You're a real man now.
(jklol)
