( far more direct this time, she thinks, when she sees him waiting with the letter. but then he says her name, and elera should never have given him such ammo to use against her. her lips part slightly, in a soft sound that only he can hear; damn him and damn herself for being so easily won over by just a voice.
well, a voice and flattery. his words burn in her chest, a bright fire of both fond affection and embers of desire. she is not so easily undone, however, and spends the night in her tend practicing her elvhen before she is satisfied with her response.
giving it to him is far more difficult, but he broke the unspoken rules of their game first. elera feels if she is allowed to bend them, and therefore presses it into his hand as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth -- brief, lingering. and then throws him a small wave as she saunters off back towards the rest of their party.
and if there's a slight teasing sway to her hips as she does so, who can blame her? )
My answer will always be 'yes' to anything you can teach me. Although perhaps I shouldn't tell you so, and let you flatter me a bit more.
And here I thought you'd be content to speak without being asked, as no one can seem to get you to stop at times. ( a gentle tease, and her own fondness is evident in every curve of a letter -- elera might not know the intricacies of writing in elvhen, but it leaks through regardless. her fondness, her love, her passion and desire. ) Your voice isn't the only thing I miss, Solas, just the first. After the voice, I miss being able to watch your fingers as you work. Be it magic or reading, they catch my eyes -- long, graceful. Nothing you do with them is wasted; never have I known a man so purposeful with what he does with them.
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well, a voice and flattery. his words burn in her chest, a bright fire of both fond affection and embers of desire. she is not so easily undone, however, and spends the night in her tend practicing her elvhen before she is satisfied with her response.
giving it to him is far more difficult, but he broke the unspoken rules of their game first. elera feels if she is allowed to bend them, and therefore presses it into his hand as she presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth -- brief, lingering. and then throws him a small wave as she saunters off back towards the rest of their party.
and if there's a slight teasing sway to her hips as she does so, who can blame her? )
My answer will always be 'yes' to anything you can teach me. Although perhaps I shouldn't tell you so, and let you flatter me a bit more.
And here I thought you'd be content to speak without being asked, as no one can seem to get you to stop at times. ( a gentle tease, and her own fondness is evident in every curve of a letter -- elera might not know the intricacies of writing in elvhen, but it leaks through regardless. her fondness, her love, her passion and desire. ) Your voice isn't the only thing I miss, Solas, just the first. After the voice, I miss being able to watch your fingers as you work. Be it magic or reading, they catch my eyes -- long, graceful. Nothing you do with them is wasted; never have I known a man so purposeful with what he does with them.