It’s so warm and cozy here…wherever here is.
I think I may fall asleep…
askstardustreborn replied to your post: I have a confession to make. I’m…I’m not a natural blonde.
It’s technically strawberry blonde. And…actually, I’m alone again.You’re alone, yet, you rob me the pleasure of finding out for my own….
Well, I have been thinking of letting my hair go back to its’ natural colour.
… You should. I’d like to see it.
I do look kind of cute with the red tones.
I’m certain you look cute regardless of your hair color.
… *blushes*
It’s technically strawberry blonde. And…actually, I’m alone again.You’re alone, yet, you rob me the pleasure of finding out for my own….
Well, I have been thinking of letting my hair go back to its’ natural colour.
… You should. I’d like to see it.
I do look kind of cute with the red tones.
The gentleness surprised her. The kiss wasn’t entirely unforeseen, but she’d expected it to be more akin to a barely-restrained bite. It was actually sort of…pleasant.
Unbidden, her fingers tightened on the back of his neck.
Permission.
*He really didn’t mind the skirt - he actually thought it was quite nice. He smiled at her offer.* You know I love anything you make! PIE?! You brought blueberry pie? Astrid, you are my favorite! *He smiles and slowly gets up.* Shall we go to the kitchen then?
*Astrid helps him up to keep him from straining bruised muscles.*
Yes, I think we shall. D’you have potatoes and green cabbage in the house by any chance?
It’s technically strawberry blonde. And…actually, I’m alone again.You’re alone, yet, you rob me the pleasure of finding out for my own….
Well, I have been thinking of letting my hair go back to its’ natural colour.
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The warmth of his hands soaked through the fabric of her dress and almost in spite of her better sense, she relaxed just a little. Not much, though. The memory of those claws and the scars they’d left on her torso was too fresh for that.
“I’m beginning to think you’re a bit addled in the head, picking on a plain little thing like me.”
”I tend t’be th’ Big Bad Wolf in these predicaments, darlin’…” Grinning to himself, he brought their lips to a press as he held her close. The warmth at the small of her back became a mild squeeze.
Drawing back from the kiss, his forehead rested against her’s while his lips was an inch or two away from another taste.
The gentleness surprised her. The kiss wasn’t entirely unforeseen, but she’d expected it to be more akin to a barely-restrained bite. It was actually sort of…pleasant.
Unbidden, her fingers tightened on the back of his neck.
Permission.
*He has no idea what’s come over him - whether it’s a few too many aspirin (which is doubtful) or maybe everything is finally catching up to him.*
It was terrible, Astrid. Oh gosh, you probably think I’m terrible. I just…I don’t even know what I was thinking. I wasn’t thinking.
*He pulls away from her, pulls the covers up, and hinds under them. Part of it is feeling ashamed, the other is that he doesn’t want to cry in front of her - or anyone, really.*
*She puts a gentle hand on his shoulder.*
They threatened your friends. They invaded your territory. They attacked you.
They were warned, but they didn’t listen.
As far as I’m concerned, they deserved what they got.
*There is a reason, a very GOOD reason, why being friends with a blutbad doesn’t seem at all strange or frightening to Astrid. Someday, after they’ve had a few beers, she’ll tell him about Astarte.*
*He just nods, taking in everything she says. She was right. And yeah, they did deserve what they got. Blutbaden are highly protective creatures, even the wieder ones.*
Thank you, Astrid.
*He pushed the covers off a bit and sits back up. He crosses his legs and pats the bed in front of him, wordlessly asking her to sit with him. He twiddled his thumbs a bit.*
Are you hungry? We could order something…my treat.
*She perched on the bed in a sort of relaxed kneel, feet tucked modestly under her long skirt, close enough to him to be a comforting presence, but far enough to be polite, since she’d had to run out of the house in a dress that was one of the darker shades of red.*
We could, I suppose. Or I could try whipping something up. I’m pretty good at improvising. *A sly look crept into those blue eyes.* Oh and I may have squeezed a blueberry pie into my basket.
