PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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.

[swordhandled]

It's your hair.

[ starts running his hands through it ]

[maskarang]

[ sits through this with the unnerving suspicion his hair is going to look awful after this ]

[swordhandled]

[ it's slow at first, the way his hands move through gerome's hair. fingers drag along gerome's scalp, pressing against it.










and then he musses up his hair ]

[maskarang]

[ he



was very wrong. this isn't just hair, he hardly knew a scalp could feel so utterly sensitive. his skin tingles at the touch, enough for him to nearly slap owain's hand away when it starts to feel like too much. and then.

the mussing begins. now he definitely slaps owain's hair away. ] Enough! Onto the next one!

[swordhandled]

[ he can't help the burst of laughter that leaves him when gerome slaps his hands away. he's quick to move them back to fix gerome's hair. ]

Very well, let me move on to your eyes.

[maskarang]

[ face hasn't recovered but he only lightly bats owain's hands away this time. stop with the touching of the hair, it is apparently sensitive. ]

What could you possibly want from my eyes? ... Owain, no! You can't mean to touch those, too!

[swordhandled]

I won't be touching them.

[ presses his forehead to gerome's ] I want to look into them.

[maskarang]

You've looked a thousand times already.

[swordhandled]

And I'll look a thousand times more. I understand why you wish to still wear your mask, but I wish you wouldn't.

[maskarang]

Do you? There are many reasons why I wear it, but you've given me one more. The way I look without it is for your eyes only. [ gonna lean up and give owain a quick kiss on the lips. ]

[swordhandled]

That's the biggest reason why I don't say anything else. Your eyes are mine alone to witness.

[maskarang]

Shall I add "possessive" to the list?

[swordhandled]

[ flushes lightly ] Is that a problem?

[maskarang]

No. How can I fault you when you're the only one who matters to me?

[swordhandled]

[ grins and presses another kiss to gerome's lips ]

Your lips are so soft. I wish that today was not our first kiss. That I could have been kissing these lips ages, yet failed to do so remains one of my biggest mistakes.

[maskarang]

Hm. Sweet words, but there are better things to do with lips than speak of regrets. [ gonna put his arms around owain and draw him closer. wanna lie on the bed? the bed is comfy and so is he. ]

[swordhandled]

[ he hums into the kiss. he wasn't quite done with working his way down gerome's body, but this is fine. he lets himself get pulled down on top of gerome as he kisses him back. ]