Call Me Out!

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Prithee come and tag with me
my wondrous maidens fair.
We'll have such fun in the RP sun -
just don't mess up my hair.

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cheater yes but he isn't dirty or rotten! despite living in a desert he does stay clean!

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[ There is something most satisfying in drawing such a blush out of her, but then the play of expressions across her face -- and her tone afterwards. He wonders if he is taking this too far...

And yet he cannot deny having long since been charmed by her. He never lets himself think about it overmuch or acknowledge much beyond his eternal gratitude to her and how very much he values her as an ally and friend. But the flush of her cheeks and the wariness, the uncertainty if he means it --

His smile softens.]

I do.

for certain definitions of the word...

[sedge_flower]

[That... was not the answer she had been expecting. She'd been so certain he would laugh and tell her it had all been part of the game they'd been playing (it had been a game, hadn't it? At least, that had been her understanding; she would never have played along if she'd had any sense it was anything but) that she hadn't even considered the possibility that he might be serious.

And now, faced with that undeniable truth, she finds herself wishing she'd never initiated this entire thing in the fist place-- not because she didn't want that answer, but because at this point she's starting to realize that she in fact did. And it's terrifying, more terrifying than facing down even the most fearsome Primal.]

Then...

what are you trying to say?

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[ It had been a game, and he isn't quite sure where it became not a game, but now that it isn't... What.. is it?

This would be ever so much easier if he didn't already know her. If they weren't friends. He is practiced enough to keep the sudden nervous stab of worry from showing over much, but he can't quite stop the cascade of thoughts. Maybe he really did go too far. Perhaps she doesn't really want this - perhaps he doesn't either -- or at least he doesn't want something with no easy escape. They will see each other again tomorrow and the next day and beyond, and he would never wish to dim her bright, shining light in any way. He's always flirted but - but meaning it. Seriously really meaning it... he's never let himself mean it with her. Not really. Until now. ]

Then... [ He echoes her, watching carefully for the slightest change - any hint that she really doesn't want this. (Uncertain if he wants there to be - 'twould be far easier for them to just stop and pretend this moment never happened, but...) ]

I WONDER

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[If she had any idea what it was, she wouldn't be feeling as uncertain as she is. But no, that isn't really true either: there is no small part of her that thinks she knows exactly what it is, but acknowledging what it is would mean having to face it. As long as she can avoid that, she can just keep pretending that it's all a game, albeit one that has gone quite a bit further than either one of them had intended.

Whatever this something is that they've stumbled their way into, there will be no easy way of getting back out... not without coming to terms with things that they both would apparently rather deny or dance around.

She doesn't respond, unsure of what to do next. Should she try to play it off as being a joke? It had started off that way, so surely it wouldn't be strange to act as if that had been her ulterior motive all along. The thought of stopping and pretending the entire thing never happened also crosses her mind, yet neither one of those feel like the proper course of action. As frightening as all of this is, deep down she doesn't want to deny it. The idea of doing so makes her feel even worse than she does at the moment, and hesitant though she may be, the logical side of her knows that there's only one thing that can mean...]

hits random icon because idek

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[Acknowledging this, what it means, what comes next after 'then'... Thancred cannot deny he feels a strong urge to find any way possible to run from it. But he doesn't. No. This is something he must face, he thinks. Face and measure how true. If they do not, then they shall part and be left wondering, and for all that he spins protective webs of lies about himself, when it comes down to it, he would much rather have the truth.

He takes a step closer and lifts a hand to touch her cheek if she lets him. Gently, he tilts her chin up that they may directly meet each others' eyes. Hers so often appear dark, veiled as if hiding secrets deep within, but looking up the light catches them and for a moment he finds himself lost in studying their particular shade of green.]

Then...

[ He says it again, a soft murmur as he assesses her expression one last time for any hint that she doesn't want this at all. And then he thinks to the seven hells with this and bends down to kiss her.]

THAT'S... ODDLY FITTING

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[She's realizing now, in this moment, just how little she truly knows about feelings and their complexity. Oh, she'd thought when she was younger that she knew everything there was to know about love, the way all teenagers with their first crush do, and likewise she thought it something she hadn't much interest in after it ended the way most young romances do. Had someone told her just a week ago that she would be standing in front of Thancred with her heart pounding so loudly she swears she can hear it, she would have laughed and told them they were being ridiculous. She doesn't have time to be thinking about such things, nor does he.

But here she is with his hand cupping her cheek and sending a current of electricity straight down her spine and disconnecting her ability for deliberate thought, and the sudden realization that she has no idea what being in love actually feels like is at once both elating and terrifying.

Were his eyes always so warm...?

The hitch of her breath as he leans in startles her back to reality, yet she scarce has time to realize what is about to happen before his lips are against hers, warm and slightly rough and far more real than she'd ever dared to hope.

So she does the only thing one can do in this situation and kisses him back. Even if this isn't a game anymore, she isn't about to let him get the upper hand.]

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[He is still uncertain if this is quite what he wants up until the moment she kisses him back. His own heart - already quickened with terror and wonder - feels as though it skips a beat. For all his experience with wooing women, he too knows relatively little about being in love. Oh, he knows all manner of poetry and verse about it and could describe it with flowery eloquence, but talking about it is a far, far cry from feeling it - that jolt of adrenaline and overwhelming fondness, that nervous excitement. He's felt it before years ago in a burgeoning crush on F'lhaminn, but that was ill timed and never returned and thus ever something to fall back upon when he needs a reason to distract his mind from other things. This is different, however.

The kiss does not last over long, nor does he press for something deeper and more passionate. Instead, after a moment he draws back just a little - enough to draw breath and to look into her eyes again.]

I am not certain that was the singing either of us had in mind.

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[Her own heart is nearly thundering in her chest, memories of the flowery prose in the few romance stories she's read springing unbidden to her mind as he kisses her. She'd laughed them off as dramatic exaggeration at the time - how could something as simple as kissing make one feel like they were going to float away? - but now she's realizing that she's fisted her hands in the front of Thancred's tunic in the hopes of staving off that very sensation. It's fascinating, really, how something can manage to be so strange and terrifying and yet so exhilarating at the same time; even the adrenaline rush of combat feels like a pale shadow of the somersaults her heart is turning now.

Time itself seems frozen in that very instant, her mind oblivious to everything beyond the two of them. How long it lasts she isn't sure (Seconds? Minutes?), and although she makes a soft sound of disappointment when he finally pulls away, it also serves to remind her that breathing is a somewhat necessary process that she had forgotten all about while they were otherwise occupied. After a moment she laughs, breathless, elated, still not quite able to believe that all of this is really happening.]

You could always write your own song about it. But I wonder... is a single experience truly enough to inspire verse?

[Try as she might, she can't quite manage to keep the smile off her face as she says that. If he wants to give it another go, there will be no objections on her side.]

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[That draws a laugh from him in turn.]

Mm, I wonder?

[And then he kisses her again, a little firmer, more confident, knowing now she will undoubtedly return it. The hand on her face slides back, fingers threading lightly into her hair, and his other hand falls to rest on her waist.

That they are still standing in the middle of the store room, and they will be damn lucky if no one walks in on them if they don't think to take it elsewhere.]

[sedge_flower]

[This time she is more prepared, using the hand clutching his tunic to tug him down to a more comfortable level to return the kiss. She isn't entirely sure what to do with the other, but the hand in her hair feels nice, so it will no doubt feel the same for him if she lets her own hand drift into his hair and just stroke it gently. While her skill in this particular area is rather limited, her enthusiasm will hopefully be enough to make up for her shortcomings.

This really isn't the best place to be doing this sort of thing, she knows that. But damn it, it feels good and there's no one here right now and she has no intention of stopping as long as Thancred is willing to keep going.]

tags you from across the room

[thancredible]

[Skilled or not, her enthusiasm is enjoyable and easy to return in kind as he stoops a little more to better meet her. And for better or worse, he is more than willing to keep going with fervor. He enjoys having his hair played with as long as scissors aren't involved, and he makes a pleased noise. For all the excitement, he is gentle, however.]

tags you from right next to you

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[The gentleness is more than appreciated at first as she eases herself into this. It is hard for her not to feel at least somewhat self-conscious due to her lack of experience in these matters, although it is less her own level of experience that worries her and more the knowledge that he has no doubt been with countless partners who know far more about what they are doing than she does.

However, it doesn't take her long to realize that he doesn't seem bothered by that in the slightest, and that gives her the confidence to start getting more demanding. She may not be exactly sure what she wants, but she does know that she wants more, and surely he can oblige that much...]

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[And oblige he does, letting her lead for the moment and only kissing more deeply as she demands it. His one hand shifts from her waist to her back as he wraps his arm around her.

If he is ever bothered by another's inexperience, he does not show it and indeed if anything looks upon it as an opportunity to teach, in a way. After all, what good is having enjoyable knowledge if it isn't shared?]