PCs with Gerome

[swordhandled]

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[maskarang]

Nothing would please me more.

[ holding owain's hand as if it's something sacred and sliding the ring onto his finger. he rubs his thumb fondly over owain's knuckles before holding his own hand out. ]

[swordhandled]

[ owain is vibrating with excitement at this. he's looking at gerome's ring on his finger for a moment before he takes gerome's hand in his. just reverently, he's sliding the ring onto his finger.

then he raises gerome's hand and presses a brief kiss to the ring on his finger ]

[maskarang]

... It may take some time to get used to this. [ he's never received too much physical affection outside of minerva's cuddling. or if he has, he doesn't remember it. he doesn't pull away though, instead he tries to move his hand to stroke owain's cheek. ]

[swordhandled]

Hm, I will do as much as you want, to get you used to this. [ he let's gerome move his hand, tilting his face into gerome's touch ]

[maskarang]

Then let's be sure to practice diligently. Together. [ dropping his hand down to take owain's again. this is a good start, a very good, very pleasant start.

fondly looking down at their hands and then looking up with a sterner expression. sorry, he's back to being serious now. ] We've wasted too much time idling in the courtyard. We're engaged now, we must go tell Minervykins. And tend to your neck.

[swordhandled]

Together, I like hearing that from you. [ taking his hand once more ]

I'm sure Minerva will be excited to see this development.

[maskarang]

... Relieved, more like. She, uh, may have bitten me more than once during the last week. I fear she grew weary of how often I spoke of you.

[swordhandled]

[ oh that gets a hearty laugh, before it ends in a cough ]

You should tell me of the things you said.

[ standing up, still holding his hand ]

[maskarang]

[ standing with him and not moving to leave yet. ]

You won't like it. [ a guilty pause. ] And Minerva may try to bite you, too.

[swordhandled]

Comes with the territory of being engaged to you. I am willing to take whatever punishment she deems fit.

[maskarang]

... Letting her maul you will only encourage her to misbehave. Let's make a stop at the kitchen. If we bring her a treat she'll be in a more temperate mood.

[swordhandled]

Alright.

[ a pause ]

Do you want to hold my hand the entire time?

[maskarang]

Er—I thought you would be upset if I let go.

[swordhandled]

But I know you like to be private as well.

[maskarang]

[ ah. right, he nearly forgot they're technically in public. he clears his throat and picks up his mask. ]

... Seems I lose focus when I'm around you.

[swordhandled]

I pierce through even your toughest defenses, it seems.

[maskarang]

[ putting on his mask ]

Another area I need more practice in. Father was always diligent, no matter where he was or who he was with.

[swordhandled]

[ reaching up to gently caress his cheek before stepping away and heading towards the inside ]

Well, Aunt Cherche is one of the most formidable fighters I've seen. I'm sure even she pierced Uncle Frederick's defenses.

[maskarang]

... In some ways, she must have.

[ following after and just kinda. glancing at owain. ]

[swordhandled]

Though, uh, when we return home...

Will you be there with me when we tell them about us?

[maskarang]

Tell who?

[swordhandled]

Your parents.

[maskarang]

[ looking very long, very hard at owain's back. ]

Is it important they know?

[swordhandled]

Well, yes.

I plan to tell mine too. [ the unspoken "i'm scared of your parents together" goes here ]

[maskarang]

And you would want me there for both. [ not going to be pleasant. lissa is a hugger. frowning. ]

We visit your parents. For mine... we write a letter. Together.