PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

As pleasing as the presentation.

[swordhandled]

That makes me glad.

[ standing up to put the trays away ] You should allow me the chance to cook for you more.

[maskarang]

I didn't realize you knew how. Or were interested.

[swordhandled]

I'm no chef, but I know the basics.

And my interest comes with wanting to care for you more.

[maskarang]

You care for me more than enough already.

[swordhandled]

And I want to do so more.

[maskarang]

So eating from my fingers wasn't enough?

[swordhandled]

--Will you actually feed me from your fingers?

[maskarang]

Hmph. Don't tempt fate.

[swordhandled]

[ holding his hand out for gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ this is a trap but he inches over and puts his hand in owain's anyway ]

[swordhandled]

[ very gently, he takes that hand in both of his, fingers working along each of gerome's fingers, very slowly and with great care. ] I've seen these fingers strike down men in the battlefield, and yet also seen them take great care in performing tasks with utmost gentleness. Please forgive me if I'm slightly fascinated by them and wish to be fed by them.

[maskarang]

What are— [ just. ??? why is this happening right now. this morning has been a lot to handle already. perhaps he shouldn't have mentioned this at all?

yet. he can't help the way his face flushes as owain speaks and touches his hand. ] I can't fathom why you would have this fixation. My hands are rough and calloused, same as yours.

[ however, he raises his hand up and runs his thumb over owain's lips. his voice is a little softer when he speaks up again. ] However, I... suppose I could try. Once.

[swordhandled]

Rough and calloused they may be, but I still love them.

[ he feels gerome's thumb run over his lips and he gently purses his lips, giving it a small kiss as he does so ] Once is all ask, at the very least.

[maskarang]

Do you have any other "fascinations" I should be aware of?

[swordhandled]

Do you really want to know?

[maskarang]

I do.

[swordhandled]

Sit on the bed for me?

[maskarang]

Why?

[swordhandled]

It'll make it easier.

[maskarang]

[ slooooooowly pulls his hand back and sits on the bed ]

[swordhandled]

How shall I begin... [ he mutters as he makes his way towards the bed. he pauses and brings his hands forward, resting them on either side of his face ]

Your red of your hair is far more beautiful than any sort of sunset that I have seen. The only sight that perhaps come close is the sight of the setting sun that I remember from my childhood room in Regna Ferox. How often I wish I could spend my days running my fingers through your locks.

[maskarang]

[ ???

what is... happening right now. if it weren't for the hands on his face he would take an uncertain look around the room. ] A-are you saying you've wanted to run your hands through my hair since you were a child?

[ no, that isn't what he's saying, gerome. ]

[swordhandled]

[ HOW DO I LOVE THEE, LET ME COUNT THE WAYS ]

Perhaps not quite like that, but ever since I could remember, I loved your hair.

[maskarang]

You mystify me more and more with every new fixation. [ shaking his head. ] It's only hair, touch it if you like.