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[originallutece]

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[unweave]

A few things, actually.

[ She press her fingers to the dip of Rosalind's back, holding her still — tighter to her form. Her words are meant to clarify. ]

Brainless.

[ Leaning in closer, there's a slight nuzzle — something she can't stop herself from doing. ]

Risky.

[ Her mind swims with the division — Olympia and Wyver, brain and brawn — ]

Fun.

[ It's a soft kiss, one dragging to Rosalind's ear. ]

Good enough?

[originallutece]

[Her eyes widen as Aranea leans in. For all that they've been dancing with one another, it's still been in the dimness of the side of the gala. It's not been such a risky thing, not yet, not when they were a foot apart and swaying.

But to have her tug her in, to nuzzle against her and breathe hot against her ear and murmur that--]

That's, ah--

[That's not what I meant, but her academic curiosity, for once, can be put to the side. Rosalind tips her head, her eyes closing for a moment as she brings them to a still.]

Keep going.

[unweave]

I'm not a walking thesaurus — let's just chalk it up to..

[ Her hand tenses tightly against Rosalind's back, steadying her as they just idly sway. The moment lingers, her lips pressed soft against her jawline. A husky, dry voice whispers only to her: ]

Good.

[originallutece]

[Christ. Rosalind's head tips downwards, her lips parting for a moment as she exhales unsteadily.]

You know . . .

[She turns her head, nosing against her gently, her fingers tightening against her.]

I believe I'm getting tired of attending this gala. What do you say we step out for a breath of fresh air?

[unweave]

A walk to the nearest inn?

[ It was a suggestion, but she didn't mind the company. Clothes on or off. ]

Give you a chance to cool down too.