Taking The Fields By Storm (Open)

Edy fuck you <3 Begging? HAH. Still, Edy’s grin remained as wide as ever. "I think your memory is starting to go old man.” She trilled brightly with a wink. “Someone said he needed a distraction. Crawl into your lap? Sure. Beg you? Hardly. You were the one leaning forward, all lingering stares and complete lack of initiative.” As her comment about Eris was not taken with the levity she’d intended, Edy sighed. Having never been in anything remotely close to love, the fact that Koel was still upset about it did seem surprising. They were literally traipsing about a forest that was probably in another world for all they knew, he’d just suggested that she was the love interest in this little charade of his, and now Koel was upset about some broad? Men. Or, love. Whatever was the culprit, Edy didn’t think she was a fan. ”Just stating facts.” She said with a shrug, returning Koel’s level stare with one of her own. Shockingly her foot connected against Koel’s, and as he turned around all raised eyebrows and crossed arms, he’d find only a grinning teenager staring up at him. She was proud of herself not only because she’d succeeded against the Overseer who was far faster than she was, but because it was simply fun. There didn’t need to be any more reason than that. Koel clearly didn’t agree though. Peering up at him, her eyes sparkled mischeviously at the numerous implications of his words. He looked...something. A more clever girl might have paired the blazing look in his eyes coming recently on the end of having just defending his lost love as reason to be cautious, but of course Edy was anything but. “I feel like we’ve done this scene already.” She snarked stepping towards him. As cute or playful or whatever all of this was meant to be, it really wasn’t Edy’s style. He clearly wanted to kiss her, or at least, he clearly wanted to be in the metaphorical vicinity of kissing her. His body had wanted her during their last ...uh..meeting, and the way he’d let his arm encircle her and how he’d leaned towards her spoke volumes about where he was letting his mind wander. Again, a more clever person might have suggested that on the heels of heartache Koel might have needed (or just wanted) permission, or coaxing, or whatever it was to dissuade any potential guilt. Trying to close the distance between them, Edy would reach up and grab the fabric of Koel’s shirt to tug him down towards her. Without hesitation, if he’d allow it, she’d press her lips against his.