[ Alkaid certainly has no intentions of letting go. It seems that indeed some of the feelings she has for him are mutual. She would not dare impose or assume what he feels. Either a passing attraction or something deeper -- she cannot say for which one. He is not the type that would simply wish the status of being seen with a Warrior of Light, a Champion of Eorzea. He is far too humble for such a grab at status and influence.
She breaks their kiss and only pulls back enough so she might look into his sky blue-eyes proper. Her heart is pounding a million yalms a minute and color touches her cheeks. What he has said has hardly gone unheard or unnoticed. Though, she finds she would much rather not talk in this moment and merely kiss him again. Yet, there are manners, and she is not sure if he would wish to again... even if he was the on who had initiated it. ]
What was this mysterious act that you did as a young lord? [ A smile is on her face, her voice just above a whisper as they are so close. ] And what might be this this mythical one place?
[ While her sensibilities tell her not to press further, she can hardly help herself. She nudges his nose with her own and her fingers resting behind his neck turn to find their way into the bottom of his hair. They are in public and even this alone is far too much for the reserved religious views of Isghard. Yet, she wishes to kiss him more and bring him closer to her.
She presses her forehead to his, ever careful of the metal hat hangs from her hood. Permission or searching if he would wish to kiss again... it is hard to tell what exactly she desires for him to tell her. Perhaps both things. ]
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She breaks their kiss and only pulls back enough so she might look into his sky blue-eyes proper. Her heart is pounding a million yalms a minute and color touches her cheeks. What he has said has hardly gone unheard or unnoticed. Though, she finds she would much rather not talk in this moment and merely kiss him again. Yet, there are manners, and she is not sure if he would wish to again... even if he was the on who had initiated it. ]
What was this mysterious act that you did as a young lord? [ A smile is on her face, her voice just above a whisper as they are so close. ] And what might be this this mythical one place?
[ While her sensibilities tell her not to press further, she can hardly help herself. She nudges his nose with her own and her fingers resting behind his neck turn to find their way into the bottom of his hair. They are in public and even this alone is far too much for the reserved religious views of Isghard. Yet, she wishes to kiss him more and bring him closer to her.
She presses her forehead to his, ever careful of the metal hat hangs from her hood. Permission or searching if he would wish to kiss again... it is hard to tell what exactly she desires for him to tell her. Perhaps both things. ]