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Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson ([personal profile] ragnarsson) wrote2017-03-05 10:55 pm

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Wait, so I just speak? That's how it works?...Fine...This is Ivar Ragnarsson. Do what you will.

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burntbridges: To the unknown (Smile ☿ I ain't never)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-04-19 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
So you would.

[You can't fool her, Ivar, she's grown up with nothing but cool and vague responses like this. The prickly moment fades, as if she was never bothered by it, and a smile spreads over her face. Although... it's tinted with a bit of nerves. For all this dance of theirs, she still hasn't gotten a clear grasp of his feelings for her. Just that he wants her safe, and would be sad if she died.]

I didn't just come here to brag. [She sort of blurts it out, trying to fill silence and clear out the thoughts in her mind.] I've been thinking- all day, about what you'd think of my fighting, and... I wanted you to be the first person I saw when I came back.
burntbridges: To the unknown (Flirt ☿ Follow me)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-04-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[There's enough light, low as it is, that the red on her cheeks stands out against her pale skin. Ivar may be blind, but Letha has only one man to base her experience on and that may be a bit worse. Her feelings are stronger than they had been for Aristeo, and she's bolder knowing this is her choice... and it almost hurts that he seems to keep teasing her without making his stance known.]

You'll have to come along... the next time I try to dance with death.

[She reaches up to touch his hand, her fingers tracing over his skin before slipping into the spaces between his fingers. There's just a tiny moment of hesitation, before she guides him to touch her cheek instead. To touch her as much as he would let her convince him to.]
burntbridges: To the unknown (Quiet ☿ I have seen)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-04-19 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the gesture comes, she's not exactly sure where he's going with it. And when she catches on, it feels odd.. because she's never been the taller one involved. Not to mention it being a rare gesture in the first place, in Thornwell. Still, Ivar is being calm and affectionate, not just allowing her affection, and that's enough to make her heart flutter.

The angle is a little awkward for both of them - she's leaned down enough for her belly to pull her off-balance, and she doubts it's comfortable to hold himself out of his chair like that - so she pulls away slightly after a moment. As she does, her hands move to cup Ivar's cheeks, and she presses a kiss to his forehead. If only they were in bed, these affectionate touches would be more accessible... but she has no excuses to get him there. None except for how empty her bed feels now that she's had a taste of being beside him. Her cheeks are scarlet with that thought, as she stands back up and sort of lingers with her fingers affectionately tracing his skin.
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I trust you to protect me... more than anyone else.
burntbridges: To the unknown (Spook ☿ And I've come back changed)

[personal profile] burntbridges 2017-04-20 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[She knew Aristeo long enough to know those retreats by heart, but something still feels a bit heavy in her chest when he suddenly turns the chair and she has to pull her hands back to avoid the handles in the back hitting her.

She hates to be left alone like this, given time to analyze, and overanalyze, and panic, and think of every mistake she might have made. After being allowed such intimate affection, she knows she isn't going to sleep tonight.

The door is already closing behind Ivar by the time she thinks to go inside herself, so she silently lets him make his escape and wanders reluctantly to her own bed.
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