henry “vecnussy” creel. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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finalflight2024-12-26 07:22 pm
vecna) wrote in finalflight2024-12-26 07:22 pm
That is all I have been doing!
[ and to that end, she also trots after him into the reprieve from the gentle snowfall. her heart is going a little bit faster now. ]
Every single day, it is humour Henry Creel his peculiarities.
[ and to that end, she also trots after him into the reprieve from the gentle snowfall. her heart is going a little bit faster now. ]
Every single day, it is humour Henry Creel his peculiarities.
And you are all about fairness.
[ little tailflick; she crosses her arms and glances aside as a young woman slips from the store and passes next to them on with her day. ]
[ little tailflick; she crosses her arms and glances aside as a young woman slips from the store and passes next to them on with her day. ]
[ it still has her pulse jumping in her throat, but she can manage a kiss. it's not so strange for some couples to kiss in public, here and there. but she can't shake the need to be discreet—tucking her face in close against him as though trying to hide it from anyone walking by. ]
[He allows it, lets her hide against him as though it were some great capital offense that they're sharing a kiss in public. Maybe for some, or even most, there would be a hint of self-consciousness between them. Henry Creel lost that a long, long time ago.
That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
That said, there's no reason to rush. No need to hurry. Going straight to "lewd" instead of "sweet" would probably settle unwell for her, and Henry doesn't care to do it, anyway. Instead, his arms go straight around her again, drawing her close. Cuddling-kissing.
They are spared of anyone gawking at the sight. It's about what Henry expected; no one cares about two people kissing, tucked away near a shop, when they're all so busy going about their daily routines. Waterdeep, for as long as he's been here, has always struck him in that way.]
Mm, by the way... I have something for you when we get home.
[ in this way, perhaps, Henry Creel knows Waterdeep better than she does. ]
Mmh... [ the snow on her lashes is melting, clinging to them ] What sort of thing?
Mmh... [ the snow on her lashes is melting, clinging to them ] What sort of thing?
[ to do so, he must reach beneath her furs, and while this provides privacy, it also means the touch feels that much closer.
she stiffens against him. ]
Henry!
she stiffens against him. ]
Henry!
[ swatting him with her hand, not hard ]
Don't touch my tail like this.
Don't touch my tail like this.
Not out where there are others! This is private thing. Only fallen women allow someone touching their tails out in street.
[ her butt or her tail? either way, she spasms ]
Ne'er-do-well!
Ne'er-do-well!
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