PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[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. ]

[maskarang]

[ and that's when minerva strikes. she's been listening to all this nonsensical sweet talk for the past few minutes but seeing them fall onto the bed is what does her in. she cries out before she stretches her head and bites—gerome, actually.

he practically jumps before craning his head. ] —Minerva!?

[swordhandled]

Oh! She didn't bite me this time!

[maskarang]

She bit me.

[swordhandled]

I don't mind this change.

[ rolls off from on top of gerome ]

[maskarang]

[ hey, that was warm—oh nevermind. sitting up. ]

Your eccentric fantasies will have to wait. At least until Minerva forgives us for our flirtations.

[swordhandled]

[ looks over at her ]

What will it take for you to forgive us, Minerva?

[maskarang]

[ minerva cries out! ]

... A sonnet and a dance. I can't say I'm surprised, she's always had discerning tastes.

[swordhandled]

An easy task for me to accomplish!

What would you like the sonnet to be about?

[maskarang]

Hm. Her finest features are her scales, her wings, her eyes, her legs, her horns... Oh, and of course her tail. And don't forget her size and shape as well.

[swordhandled]

Very well!

[ stands up and poses in front of the bed ]

O, faire Minerva, with your scales that
Which shimmer oh so bright, when hit by light,
Made more apparent when deciding flight,
Upon wings far more elegant than a bat.
Minerva, try as one may to chitchat
She herself decides who's worthy of Knight
Gerome, who strides valiantly alight
In armour that forms a shield in black matte.

With eyes that see all and leave no trace 'lone
And legs that end in claws that vanquish foes
Made more fearsome by her tremendous size,
Tell me, that which I wish I had known,
Is this piece that I recite worthy prose?
Or did it end up something you despise?

[maskarang]

[ minerva unfolds her wings and crawls forward, listening to the tale of her. honestly, she probably doesn't understand a word of this. but owain is posing and her name is being repeated so she seems appeased! at the end, she breathes fire into the air happily

gerome claps. ] An envious talent, Owain. You truly are gifted with your tongue.

[swordhandled]

I still need to dance, don't I?

[maskarang]

You do.

[swordhandled]

Hmm, I suppose I've watched Inigo practice enough that I can come up with my own.

[ time for some INTERPRETIVE DANCE ]

[maskarang]

[ ok but is it good or not ]

[swordhandled]

[ nope ]

[maskarang]

[ then he's gonna stand up and put his hands on owain's arms. and.

slide his fingers down until he's holding both owain's hands. ] No. [ a soft, heartfelt plea. ]

[swordhandled]

--Not good?