Be Mine

*Valentine* · 09-13-2014, 12:26 PM

"He was just scared." Browspots would rise but he'd remain silent; too busy with feeling out the extent of the damage to bother with words. The tiny, inexperienced jaws of the wolverine were greatly improved by its needle sharp teeth and while not too terribly troublesome, the bites inflicted by them ached all the same. He'd survive. The fae would smile at him and the boy, while extremely unhappy with how the situation had turned out, would return the gesture in ghost form, the edges of his small smile taking a wry upward twist.

The fae would move towards him all the while offering what he assumed was an attempt to help him salvage his pride. He felt like resisting the easy way out and would have done so had the femme not stepped through the social barrier that marked his personal space. Valentine stilled, going ridged in awareness as she stepped close to cleanse his face of blood. As he was too caught up in the closeness of another, his breathing would momentarily hush. Glacier blue eyes would remain fixed on her face and in the few heartbeats that passed while she worked, the intricacies of her features jumped out at him in vivid detail.

All too soon she would pull back and Valentine, caught up in the moment, would move to close the distance between them once more. He aimed to steal a kiss. Whether or not it was her intention to draw out the affections of the boy, he didn't know, and presently, couldn't decipher as he was too preoccupied to bother with a tactful way of finding out.

"Speaking" Thinking

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