Untitled // Tally Gunstone
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“Neither country proverb nor king’s command could keep me from the woods today. This place holds more magic for me than any palace in the world.”
-Princess Lily (Legend- 1985)
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“Why do I have this?” The explorer chimes out, eyes wide as she inspected the image closely. “Quin looks very handsome, I do like when he wears his vests and the neatly pressed shirts underneath. His hair is also quite nice, just as the ink that adorns his skin---” Clearing her throat upon Alirrah stepping in she tenses, the photo crumpling in her closed fist out of reflex before watching her sister pass with a simple wave before going to her room.
“Light...” Evi breaths out as if she had just ran a mile, briefly looking to the image before back up, then back to it, then back up. “What do I do with this?...” She blinks, unsure. “I will put it in my dresser drawer... or is that to weird? Should I throw it away? No, that would be rude. What if he asks if I got it? WHAT WOULD I SAY?” The blonde exclaims, letting out a yelp once Alirrah questioned if she was okay or not from the other end of the apartment.
“I’m FINE.”
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♢: Forehead or cheek kisses -- Quin THO. B)
Evianna’s hands were digging into her flesh out of nervous habit as they approached the door to her apartment, deep breaths being taken to help calm her sporadic demeanor. It didn’t help that one of his arms had snaked it’s way to curl about the small of her back, his musky scent only adding onto the awkward fidgets upon making it to the door of her home.
“Thank you again for walking me home, I would have been okay, I’m sure--- Not that I didn’t enjoy your company, it was lovely.” The explorer explained in that of a shaky tone, her brows furrowing in frustration from how much a mess she felt she was presenting herself to be.
Before she do or say anything else he lifted her palm within his grasp so that a kiss could be placed to the back of her hand, and once it was lowered, panicked. The warmness in her cheek from the blush that was no doubt obvious against her cheeks failed to deter the idea that she was not affected by his actions.
“O-oh, such a gentlemen...” She admits before growing rather tense. Should I give him a kiss on the cheek? Would that be too forward of me? Surely not if he just kissed my hand. Oh, what would he think of it, though? The explorer rambles on in that head of hers before finally regaining her awareness.
“Quin-- Er...” Falling silent she instead opts her intentions of speaking to instead brush her lips against his flesh for soft, feathery light kiss onto his cheek. “Thank you again.” Was all she then chimed out before quickly fumbling with the doorknob to get it open after retrieving her key, Hurry Evi, hurry for light’s sake!
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