10-26-2018, 07:07 AM
She’s a child in many ways still. Sure, her form has matured; sure, her shape is of a woman grown. But she isn’t accustomed to that fact, as of yet; she isn’t aware that the rounding of her hips is something that might be called attractive. Ivar, though - now that is another story, a man with decidedly beautiful colouring, with eyes that...
Good fairies, his eyes. They’re staring at her, seeing things in her she did not know were there at all. Appreciates her, now that her mind is telling her that her mother might appreciate her less; snd she gets a little shy, like she’s never been before, with his blunt and open staring. She lowers her violet eyes though she doesn’t take them away from him, lingers somewhere on his broad and muscled chest. ”Best sounds good, too.” she admits shyly to him, and peeks up to see what he’s doing.
His gaze is distant now, so she gets a good look at his jawline, remembering her own skin is still burning there, or maybe that’s just because there is a subconscious command of feeling hot, that she doesn’t know about so well. She sees now why her mother likes him so much... but then he asks a question, and she flushes, but he already moves past her, to clean up the beach of sorts.
Does she need something?
Him. Maybe? For a moment she just stands there, and then she remembers to turn around and follow, blinking, and tripping alongside him playfully again. ”Nope. Do you?”
@[Ivar]
For clarification, for so long as he doesn’t touch her, she seems a little defiant and wanting to get out of the hypnotic haze, and then is her innocent self again so he can touch her again
Good fairies, his eyes. They’re staring at her, seeing things in her she did not know were there at all. Appreciates her, now that her mind is telling her that her mother might appreciate her less; snd she gets a little shy, like she’s never been before, with his blunt and open staring. She lowers her violet eyes though she doesn’t take them away from him, lingers somewhere on his broad and muscled chest. ”Best sounds good, too.” she admits shyly to him, and peeks up to see what he’s doing.
His gaze is distant now, so she gets a good look at his jawline, remembering her own skin is still burning there, or maybe that’s just because there is a subconscious command of feeling hot, that she doesn’t know about so well. She sees now why her mother likes him so much... but then he asks a question, and she flushes, but he already moves past her, to clean up the beach of sorts.
Does she need something?
Him. Maybe? For a moment she just stands there, and then she remembers to turn around and follow, blinking, and tripping alongside him playfully again. ”Nope. Do you?”
@[Ivar]
For clarification, for so long as he doesn’t touch her, she seems a little defiant and wanting to get out of the hypnotic haze, and then is her innocent self again so he can touch her again