IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[boutant]

[ Startlingly warm, yes, but Ariadne doesn't pull away. She smiles, curve of her mouth brushing his mouth. Then she shifts to press her lips to his; she had, after all, said she'd kiss him. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ In such proximity, she can feel the heat of the blush that has flooded his face and turned him scarlet, and he breaks away before she does, needing to suck in a shaky breath. Bright-eyed and breathless, as if this is his first kiss. ]

I... Ariadne, I...

[boutant]

[ Oh, Celegorm. She has a big heart, but she swears it swells, looking at him now. ]

Yes?

[avisionofwar]

[ His pulse is a panicked gallop in his throat, which closed around his words. He dropped his gaze, instead offered a hand between them, palm up, obviously meant for hers. ]

There's... there's something I owe you.

[boutant]

[ Her hand is smaller than his but her grip is sure, and she squeezes once. It's just her, Celegorm; no need to be nervous. ]

Something you owe me? [ she repeats, confused. ]