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Post by Grace Harper on Jul 13, 2020 20:36:13 GMT -5
Grace watched with curiosity as Inigo considered her question. She liked watching him play with her curls, although she made a face when he flicked it back to hit her in the nose and shook her head to make it fall off and stop tickling. She turned her head to look at his face when he lay next to her, listening to his explanation with careful attention. Just do it, don't think? That sounded...intimidating. She smiled softly when he turned to meet her eyes, although they soon fell shut as he smoothed his hand over her cheek. She sighed contentedly, relaxing more and more as she listened to him speak.
Let go of her inhibitions, and go with the flow? If she really let herself do whatever came to mind, she'd be in trouble. She probably would have already--Eep! Her cheeks flushed, but his remark about improvised dance made her laugh softly and open her eyes. "Actually, it does. Dancing is with a partner, and you follow their movements with your own. It's...I don't know, it has a flow. A rhythm." She bit her lip and braced herself to do as he had suggested. A dance. If he was her dance partner, he was certainly encouraging her to do more...but she couldn't help being nervous. Inigo made her thoughts tangle and her nerves were all on high alert. Even the smallest thing, his fingers on her cheek, made her feel like her heart was going to leap out of her chest and her brain was a million miles away in the clouds. But perhaps that would make it easier not to think?
She rolled onto her side towards him, trying not to focus too much on the way it let her body press alongside his. She was going with the flow...right? She was going to try, at least. She let her head rest on his arm, even with his hand still tucked behind his head, so that her face was hardly an inch from his. Her hand came to rest on his chest, and she slowly extended her curled fingers to splay her fingers wide. For a moment, she couldn't look away from his eyes, even with her heart racing and his own pulse under her palm.
A sudden impulse told her to curl her leg up on top of him, but she hesitated, glancing down at the offending limb for a moment. She made herself take a deep breath and hooked her knee up over his hip. How's this...?" She murmured, too shy to look back up at his eyes.
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Lux
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Tier 1 Character
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Post by Inigo Westwood on Aug 3, 2020 20:30:07 GMT -5
Inigo nodded at her observation of his explanation. "That's actually a much better way of putting it." He said to her with a soft chuckle. When she rolled to lay facing him on her side, her hand on his chest as gentle fingertips stretched out, he removed one hand from behind his head and placed it over hers, leaving his other arm so that she could rest her head there comfortably. When she seemed to hesitate again, he gave her a teasing smirk before facing towards the sky again, blue-grey eyes closing against the sunlight.
After a moment, she moved again, her leg finding a place over his hip, a soft question passing her lips. The hand that covered her hand moved to softly lay on her knee and he smiled, eyes still closed. "Mm, comfortable. I could sleep." He half-joked before turning his head to peek at her for a moment. He squeezed her knee gently before moving the arm beneath her head so that it wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. He could feel her pulse faintly beneath his arm. Her nervousness almost made him chuckle, but he suppressed it and instead opted for planting a soft kiss against her forehead as the hand on her knee moved ever so slightly up her thigh. He looked at her, gauging her reaction to his touch, not wanting to push her too far. At least not yet. "Are you comfortable like this?" He asked her, looking into her brown eyes, his lips nearly touching hers as he spoke.
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Post by Grace Harper on Aug 4, 2020 23:25:38 GMT -5
Grace made a face when he told her he was so comfortable he could sleep--that hadn't been quite what she was going for, but on the other hand...it sounded kind of nice. A brief daydream drifted through her imagination: them napping on a blanket in the grass, with the sun warm overhead and cicadas buzzing in the trees. He'd run his fingers through her hair, lazily, half asleep, and they wouldn't need to talk at all to know what the other was thinking.
She was recalled back to the present by his movement, pulling her close against him and kissing her forehead. She hummed contentedly, soothed by the gesture. She wasn't sure why it naturally put her at ease, but she could feel herself relaxing...at least until his hand crept just a little higher up her leg and sent electricity sparkling up through her skin. A tentative smile tugged at her lips as she considered his question.
"It depends on what you mean by comfortable. I wouldn't give it up for the world, but I also feel a little bit like bottled lightning. Everything is sparks." It sounded a little silly, but that was the best way she could think to explain it. She glanced down at his lips for a moment before kissing them softly. "I think I'm glad I climbed that--"
Her voice cut off as a shrill whistle pierced the air around them and echoed through the hills. Immediately every muscle was alert and she scrambled away from Inigo and to her feet with absolute panic written on her face and shining in her wide brown eyes as she looked off into the trees, trying to pinpoint the source of the sound.
"Oh no. Oh that's bad. I didn't tell anyone where I was going, and if he..." she looked back down at Inigo and paled. She'd recognize that whistle--her brother had used it since she was little to call her home when she'd been out in the woods, or whenever they got separated, and it almost always meant either she was in trouble, or something was wrong. It triggered this reflex in her every time, but this time was worse than usual; she knew she'd been up to something she shouldn't. Suddenly the reality of what she'd been doing all day hit her like a punch to the gut.
She'd been alone in the woods with a strange man--kissing him, no less--and her older brother was very much more likely to use his knife than his words if he saw them together. She knew all to well that Malcolm would assume that Inigo was up to no good, and if he didn't actually harm him, he'd still do his best to scare him away for good. She couldn't let that happen.
"I'm so sorry, I have to go. My brother he..." she shook her head, "You really don't want to know what it would be like if he found us. And he could, you know, he's one of our best hunters." She sighed heavily, visibly dimming back into the woman she'd been that morning before the two of them had met. "I should have been paying closer attention to the time, or left a note..."
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Noncommittal player
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Tier 1 Character
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Post by Inigo Westwood on Sept 9, 2020 22:20:39 GMT -5
Inigo had chuckled at her description. He'd wanted to tell her that he adored the way she saw and described the world and things she experienced. But just as he prepared to speak, she was planting a soft kiss against his lips and he'd dare not interrupt her. He could steal a million of those kisses and never be satiated.
A sharp whistle cut off her words and Grace seemed to be on her feet instantaneously. Inigo had never flinched, but merely sat up, draping his arm across his knee before getting to his feet. He watched her as she began to seemingly panic, even if just a little and smirked as closed the small space between them. He caught her chin gently between his index finger and thumb, tilting her head upwards to look at him. A wolfish grin was spread across his lips, mischief playing in his blue-grey eyes as he brushed his lips against hers. "Go home, little wolf." He whispered against a gentle kiss, releasing her with a devilish smirk. "I'll see you soon." The words sounded confident.
He would wait until she was out of sight before he took his leave, returning to his small camp just within Wynfrid territory. But he wondered, just for a moment, what might happen when Grace realized he wasn't a Wynfrid..
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Post by Grace Harper on Sept 9, 2020 22:36:58 GMT -5
Grace's panic was interrupted by bewilderment as Inigo drew close and caught her by the chin. How could he still smile at her like that when Malcolm was looking for her? She felt like she should argue, but she was too entranced to do it. All the tension went out of her shoulders as his lips met hers; she couldn't stay upset while he was that close.
She found herself smiling dreamily as he let her go, despite having been in an absolute panic only a few seconds before. "Mmm... Alright. I'll see you soon. And don't forget, next time we're swimming!"
She couldn't resist sneaking one more kiss before she scurried away, glancing back over her shoulder and waving before she got too far away.
[END THREAD]
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