An Itch [Open]

[Vaet Qou]

Vaet wanted to react to the fingers intertwining with his own. They felt cold, yet the boney structure matched up. He rather didn’t enjoy this intimate contact at first, aware that couples only did this. Not to mention the last time he had held someone’s hand like this, had been his mothers. It was an awful thought to think of when it came to sitting next to a woman, but somehow that eerie feeling had seemed to suffocate him.

So deep in his own turmoil, the hand on his face caused him to start ever so slightly. He seemed to twitch for a second, focusing on what was happening. The girl was caressing him in a matter that could soothe almost anyone, but why did he feel so uncertain? These times were dangerous, and while he wanted to trust the alliance so strongly, he knew of people who had plan to destroy the system all together. Vaet felt like the girl had known him, and that she was playing games with his head.

For some odd reason, he didn’t seem to move at all. He allowed the hand to be held into hers; allowed the touch to his face. “Why is that?” he asked calmly, wondering what she was up to.

[Kesshou N'harun]

Almost cute, the way he started at her touch, and Kesshou waited for him to get his bearings (he hadn't been all there, she noticed, but that was alright, because he didn't have to be at this stage, not entirely). He'd allowed her to continue, however, hadn't tried to pull out of her grasp (either one it seemed, though the latter was so subtle right now still), and so she parted her lips, a small 'o' to look something almost vulnerable, sprawled there on the ground with him above her.

"Why, are you a modest Fire Fey?" she questioned, and smiled again then, as if they shared a secret, the tip of her finger brushing a strand of his hair aside.

She let herself look a bit surprised then, as having come to a realization, and she tilted her head to better see his face. "Or do the women not throw themselves at you? They must be slacking!" She waved her finger in a way of tsking them all, let it tap unabashedly against his lips, let her power out a little more, like slowly building something, maybe curiosity, and smiled up at him.