[ Luna feels likewise, honestly; just knowing that there was someone behind the scenes, messing up things for the Imperial Army and causing mayhem had been a blessing. Hearing her brother getting upset and angry about it had brought such a smile to her face every single time. That she's actually been blessed enough to meet that very person and spend time with him? It's more than she could have ever asked for.
When she looks into his eyes, she can see the future. A future for him, a future for the millions of people who are depending on them. It is him, and those just like him, that will make the work and the sacrifice worth it in the end. That he will remain and go on to live a full, happy life is a thought that will push her to see this through until the very end. That is her hope for him, at least; that he can find happiness and live out a normal life when this is all done.
Arsène is the whole package, as far as she's concerned: he's quiet, kind, and offers some of the best conversation that she's ever had. He's also devastatingly handsome, and she can only imagine that she's not the only one who thinks this about him. It had been extremely easy to fall for him, after all, and with each conversation, long or short, and each moment she gets to share with him, she finds that she falls just that much harder.
If he wanted to stop right now, she could deal with that. Just being held is more than she could ask for. She doesn't know much about him, but sometimes, she can see the look in his eyes: anger, pain... he's had a rough life. She doesn't know what he's been through, she doesn't know if he'll ever open up and tell her, but whatever it is, she wants to make him forget about it, even for a night.
It's what has her turning around in his arms suddenly. Her own arms wind around his neck and she leans up on her toes to press her lips against his. Her kiss is tender and warm, but it is chaste. After she breaks the kiss, she remains close for a few moments more, long enough to brush her nose against his affectionately, before her arms slide down his until she takes his hands into hers.
Slowly, she backs away but keeps his hands in hers, lightly tugging him with her towards the medium sized bed that sits up against the far wall. She'll urge him to sit down, and when he does, she'll gently take a seat in his lap.
She presses slow, gentle kisses across his face -- his lips, his cheeks, his jawline, his ear, and she very lightly cups his cheeks in her hands, smiling. ]
Do you remember when we first met?
[ It's probably an odd question, given what they are currently doing. But humor her, dear 'Joker'. She's quiet for a moment, enjoying the closeness that they currently share, before she affectionately nuzzles her cheek against his. ]
You've never asked me how I knew who you were. At least... the name that you are going by.
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When she looks into his eyes, she can see the future. A future for him, a future for the millions of people who are depending on them. It is him, and those just like him, that will make the work and the sacrifice worth it in the end. That he will remain and go on to live a full, happy life is a thought that will push her to see this through until the very end. That is her hope for him, at least; that he can find happiness and live out a normal life when this is all done.
Arsène is the whole package, as far as she's concerned: he's quiet, kind, and offers some of the best conversation that she's ever had. He's also devastatingly handsome, and she can only imagine that she's not the only one who thinks this about him. It had been extremely easy to fall for him, after all, and with each conversation, long or short, and each moment she gets to share with him, she finds that she falls just that much harder.
If he wanted to stop right now, she could deal with that. Just being held is more than she could ask for. She doesn't know much about him, but sometimes, she can see the look in his eyes: anger, pain... he's had a rough life. She doesn't know what he's been through, she doesn't know if he'll ever open up and tell her, but whatever it is, she wants to make him forget about it, even for a night.
It's what has her turning around in his arms suddenly. Her own arms wind around his neck and she leans up on her toes to press her lips against his. Her kiss is tender and warm, but it is chaste. After she breaks the kiss, she remains close for a few moments more, long enough to brush her nose against his affectionately, before her arms slide down his until she takes his hands into hers.
Slowly, she backs away but keeps his hands in hers, lightly tugging him with her towards the medium sized bed that sits up against the far wall. She'll urge him to sit down, and when he does, she'll gently take a seat in his lap.
She presses slow, gentle kisses across his face -- his lips, his cheeks, his jawline, his ear, and she very lightly cups his cheeks in her hands, smiling. ]
Do you remember when we first met?
[ It's probably an odd question, given what they are currently doing. But humor her, dear 'Joker'. She's quiet for a moment, enjoying the closeness that they currently share, before she affectionately nuzzles her cheek against his. ]
You've never asked me how I knew who you were. At least... the name that you are going by.