swordhandled | PCs with Gerome

If you insist. [ in the meantime, he could get more comfortable. like this, it's a little difficult to get close. he moves one hand to slide it under owain's before linking their hands and holding them up. that's... better.

his other hand, he moves onto the small of owain's back. slowly resumes the swaying. ]

For now, this is fine. [ he presses closer to gerome, letting them sway in place to the music that owain is humming. this is absolutely perfect for their first dance together, quite hoenstly. ]

[ it's his first dance with anyone, really. he assumes the same is true for owain.

when the humming starts back up, he presses a light kiss to owain's forehead. this isn't as bad as he thought it'd be. ]

[ is anything that gerome does with owain really as bad as he thought it'll be?

don't answer that ]

[ doesn't answer that and instead keeps moving stupidly in time with owain's humming ]

[ how long until minerva bites one of us? ]

[ probably about five more seconds ]

[ better enjoy this while he can.

leaning up to press another kiss to his lips ]

[ a sweet end to a sweet, passingly rhythmic dance. not long after their lips meet (and you're joking if you think gerome isn't pressing back), minerva cries out and flies over. she lands on both their shoulders and starts flapping madly about ]

—Again?!

[ owain can't help but laugh as minerva flies and lands on them. he's reaching up to try and get her down with as little damage to both him and gerome in the process ]

It's alright, it's alright, Minerva!

Minerva, please— [ between owain's soothing voice, his reaching, and gerome's cautious pats, Minerva calms enough to stop flapping her wings. she moves onto gerome's shoulders. she's a lot heavier than he would expect, and he practically slouches over as he inches toward the bed to edge her onto it instead of him. ]