The old scars, neat knife slashes across her belly and a stretch of mottled markings on her right side, have never pained her. She came out of the tourney well enough, and erased anything that might have settled into discomfort and aches. The lingering fizz of drink has flattened in the course of their walk; there's nothing to blunt the warmth of his hands on her hips.
Her fingers meet the base of his horns, then realign, so as to more fully thread into his curls. There's no hesitation in it. And if she does think of what he told her once, about how he should look, the body he should have, it doesn't diminish how he appears to her now.
She is very fond of his smile, she's come to realize. Among other attributes. Her thumbs stroke gently at his temples.
"Potential bruises aside, is there anything that..."
A pause, Derrica turning over her words.
"That I should be careful with?" she borrows, head tipping as she poses the question.
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The old scars, neat knife slashes across her belly and a stretch of mottled markings on her right side, have never pained her. She came out of the tourney well enough, and erased anything that might have settled into discomfort and aches. The lingering fizz of drink has flattened in the course of their walk; there's nothing to blunt the warmth of his hands on her hips.
Her fingers meet the base of his horns, then realign, so as to more fully thread into his curls. There's no hesitation in it. And if she does think of what he told her once, about how he should look, the body he should have, it doesn't diminish how he appears to her now.
She is very fond of his smile, she's come to realize. Among other attributes. Her thumbs stroke gently at his temples.
"Potential bruises aside, is there anything that..."
A pause, Derrica turning over her words.
"That I should be careful with?" she borrows, head tipping as she poses the question.