I wish for long, lingering glances--

[bloodandblunder]

[ Noire... might be a bit grumpy, today-- not quite screeching her ire to the heavens (yet), but not in the best of moods, either. Recovering from Haven meant multiple things... waking up in a cold sweat from a nightmare where the content had increased in variety, having to force herself to eat more to make up for all the weight she'd lost, taking longer to recover from battles... some scars still remained, refusing to let her forget.

But there was also Morgan, the Morgan she'd sworn herself to, and that never fails to make the dreary bits better. She could do with that reminder right now, though, as she sits and works furiously at sharpening yet another arrow. It's tedious work and she's starting to get a headache, but it's something that has to be done. Even if she had slept poorly. ]

Comments

[bloodandblunder]

I think-- [ She turns, lifting herself up enough to take the pillow and slide it beneath her. Yes, tons better. ]

You would have to blame my mother for that... although I hope my chest wasn't the result of a curse.

[memlost]

Ha ha, wow! Can she really do that? Just enlarge body parts at will?

[ Once she's settled again, he resumes the massage. ]

[bloodandblunder]

She can... but I hope she never does it again.

[ Careful, she's growing tense just thinking about it! ]

[memlost]

[ But he wants to know...! ]

What did she do it on before?

[bloodandblunder]

My leg.

[ HNNGH. ]

[memlost]

Huh.

[ The first question that comes to mind is "Why the leg?" The second question that comes to mind is "Why not the leg?" He works at her shoulders thoughtfully, pondering the applications of a body part enlargement curse. With enough power, it could certainly become deadly, but maybe there could be beneficial effects too... ]

... I guess a curse like that could be popular with the guys.

[ his brain-to-mouth filter is long gone around her ]

[bloodandblunder]

... Please don't ask my mother for a curse like that, you're perfect the way you are.

[ SHE SAID ALL OF THIS EXTREMELY QUICKLY. ]

[memlost]

[ It takes a moment for him to process her words, and then he bursts out laughing. ]

I wasn't planning to! Besides, going to your mother would be a little too awkward, even for me.

[ He pinches up the hem of her shirt and sneaks a kiss onto the small of her back. ]

I appreciate the feedback, though. If you're happy, then I'm happy too.

[bloodandblunder]

[ A little warning, Morgan, that makes a shiver travel down her spine. ]

O-of course I'm happy with you...

[memlost]

[ Oh, Noire. It's entirely too easy to get reactions out of her. Of course, he enjoys every single one of them, but they can get a bit distracting... Without explanation, he lifts at Noire's side as if to roll her over. ]

So before we got this romance thing going, what type of guy did you think you'd be happy with? Your Prince Charming, so to speak.

[bloodandblunder]

Honestly... [ Noire rolls, a bit-- although it's just on her side, eyebrows furrowed. ] I didn't think anyone would ever want to endure me, so I didn't have a type.

[memlost]

[ His eyebrows furrow to match hers as he turns the idea over in his head. ]

... Yeesh, that's a pretty bleak outlook. You never looked at someone like Gerome and thought, "Boy, he's so tall and handsome?"

[bloodandblunder]

Mm... I thought he was tall and foreboding. I suppose I thought Owain was gallant-looking?

[memlost]

Owain, huh? He certainly has the most heroic flair, but I always thought Inigo looked the most princely. All regal smiles and strong posture! When he's speaking to the ladies, anyway.

[ By now he's sitting cross-legged, appropriately comfortable for spriritual girl talk. ]

[bloodandblunder]

Inigo never acted like that around me.

[ EVER. ]

[memlost]

[ A blink. ]

He didn't?

[ Somehow, he thought Inigo would turn the charm on especially for Noire... ]

[bloodandblunder]

No. I think he was too afraid of me to even consider it.

[ That must be it. ]

[memlost]

Afraid? Ha ha! Oh, that Inigo.

[ Such a funny guy. Though all the guys from their generation are funny in their own little ways... ]

For the record, I think you're the sweetest, nicest girl in camp.

[bloodandblunder]

... And I think you're the most amazing guy here, s-so doesn't that make us even?

[memlost]

Heh. And if I say you have the cutest laugh and smile?

[ He crawls forward so he can pointedly get in the face of said smile. ]

[bloodandblunder]

I don't think I laugh as much as you do, Morgan.

[ But yes, she'll still smile at him. ]

[memlost]

Ah, but you know what they say about quantity and quality.

[ He ducks his head into the crook of her neck, gently nuzzling. Someday he'll go five minutes without trying to cuddle her. ]

Flowers that only bloom once a month are that much prettier when they do, don't you think?

[bloodandblunder]

[ But she never minds, so guess who's turning her head to return the gesture. ]

You say that... but I like seeing your smile every day. It's like the sun coming out.

[ THESE SAPS. ]