DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[vecna]

[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.

[velluminous]

[ 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?

[vecna]

[Adding a shine to the tips of her lashes, all the more mesmerizing to him.]

A gift. Something for you to look forward to when we get back.

[velluminous]

What if I am wanting to see now?

[vecna]

Hm. I think- [One arm slides lower, grips the base of her tail. Little squeeze.] -I can make you forget about it for a while.

[velluminous]

[ 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!

[vecna]

[Furs? Furs can’t stop Henry Creel. He stokes her with a thumb.]

What?

[velluminous]

[ swatting him with her hand, not hard ]

Don't touch my tail like this.

[vecna]

[Ow. (Not really.) His hand slips up to the small of her back, instead.]

I thought you liked it.

[velluminous]

Not out where there are others! This is private thing. Only fallen women allow someone touching their tails out in street.

[vecna]

[help, this new tail lore]

No one can even see it under your coat. For all they know, I’m grabbing your butt instead.

[He’s kidding. But also, it’s true.]

[velluminous]

How is this better?

[vecna]

[Reaches down again and

squeezes

I don't know, you tell him]

[velluminous]

[ her butt or her tail? either way, she spasms ]

Ne'er-do-well!

[vecna]

[Butt :)

Henry laughs, light and fond despite his gremlin ways.]

Can you blame me? You’re impossible to keep my hands off of.

[velluminous]

[ her gaze flicks sharply to the side as someone else passes by too close for her comfort. ]

So try.

[vecna]

[Hmm. Henry shifts them so that he’s turned with his back to the entrance of the store — given his height, he obscures the coming and goings of anyone who enters or leaves, since she’s so tiny.]

But don’t you like it when I touch you? To know that you’re irresistible?

[velluminous]

[ she embraces in, buries close. ]

You know I do.

[vecna]

So then let me indulge. Just for a little.

[Another squeeze, but gentler this time. He kisses along her jaw, then her neck.]

You can return the favor, too, if you want.

[velluminous]

[ but the more he coaxes at her, the less she wants. too vulnerable, too public, too nauseating to consider as Waterdeep churns around her and the snow falls silent on briny waves. she lingers in his kissing for a moment before turning her head aside. ]

No; I can't.

[vecna]

[And it lingers, at least until she turns her face away.]

Sprezzatura… do you really think anyone passing by cares about two people kissing?

[velluminous]

It should matter that I care.

[ as she pushes his hands away, too. goodbye, squeezing. :( ]

[vecna]

[ :((

Hands just alighting gently on her hips, then.]

What, that you’re seen kissing someone that you’re dating?

[velluminous]

I don't like to be like this in public. It makes me uncomfortable. I have always said this.

[ and it's compounding on her; she doesn't think she can pull through, despite her better (worse?) intentions to. ]

[vecna]

[Henry doesn’t reply immediately, taking stock of how to proceed. The weight of everyone’s judgment and criticisms will be heavier for her than they are for him, and this kind of burden manifests itself so clearly in moments like these.

He could suggest making themselves unseen to the world at large with his powers, which would be a simple enough solution, if not a bit premature. But he’s not sure of that, either — for as much as they’ve experimented in the past, as much as he’s encouraged her beyond initial uncertainty, he thinks he loves her too much to force her into something she’s truly uncomfortable with.

So instead, he just straightens and takes her hand.]

…It’s okay, Sprezzatura. We can just go home.