04-20-2023, 06:40 PM
The longer Visha watched, the more she began to suspect Raffe had lied. Or that the rules he’d spoken of were simply the kind expected to be broken for the thrill of doing so. Her curiosity outbid her concern, at least for the moment. Perusing the various tables below was almost as interesting as the show had been itself, for she’d never had the opportunity for such organic observations in person. The various flirtations were compelling, and she felt her own body react in kind. Yet she considered that it might be prudent to extricate herself sooner rather than later.
Seven somewhat complicated the desire to be good and sensible, though.
His smile was princely, and his mannerisms precisely the theatrically romantic kind Visha spent much time fantasising about when she was confined to her room at Paragon. She’d meant the question quite literally of course, but his reply captivated every ounce of her attention. When he reached for her hand she took in a small surprised breath, but did not resist. The glove would protect him, though by now she thoroughly regretted her dedication to fashion over her usual coverings. Her eyes grew round as he raised her hand to his lips and dusted a kiss at her knuckles. A kiss. A first kiss in fact. And probably the only one she could ever have.
“You never finished telling me about the last bracelet,” she said, voice low and silky. Visha wanted it still, but she wanted the perfection of the moment more. Her heart beat like butterflies in her chest, fizzing her skin with wonderful sensation. The eyes that met his were liquid dark and utterly intense. For once she was very unaware of her surroundings, so when a hand landed on her bare shoulder she visibly flinched in surprise. Panic flared. Visha twisted away while he leaned to speak to Seven. Nox; the star from stage and video. And currently still very naked. Her gaze wandered curiously for a moment before it skewered for the interruption.
It had only been a moment of contact. Surely not enough for harm. A little euphoria maybe.
Seven somewhat complicated the desire to be good and sensible, though.
His smile was princely, and his mannerisms precisely the theatrically romantic kind Visha spent much time fantasising about when she was confined to her room at Paragon. She’d meant the question quite literally of course, but his reply captivated every ounce of her attention. When he reached for her hand she took in a small surprised breath, but did not resist. The glove would protect him, though by now she thoroughly regretted her dedication to fashion over her usual coverings. Her eyes grew round as he raised her hand to his lips and dusted a kiss at her knuckles. A kiss. A first kiss in fact. And probably the only one she could ever have.
“You never finished telling me about the last bracelet,” she said, voice low and silky. Visha wanted it still, but she wanted the perfection of the moment more. Her heart beat like butterflies in her chest, fizzing her skin with wonderful sensation. The eyes that met his were liquid dark and utterly intense. For once she was very unaware of her surroundings, so when a hand landed on her bare shoulder she visibly flinched in surprise. Panic flared. Visha twisted away while he leaned to speak to Seven. Nox; the star from stage and video. And currently still very naked. Her gaze wandered curiously for a moment before it skewered for the interruption.
It had only been a moment of contact. Surely not enough for harm. A little euphoria maybe.
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