[Why. . . does she feel the urge to indulge being coddled and smooched on the head like this. Normally it might be a little much to take, but she sort of feels like just accepting this right now, because it is absolutely a despair indulgence.]
It has not been entirely dreadful. There have been bright parts. [She'll smile back at her, a little shyly.] And you have been a part of those, certainly.
[ The compliment hits particularly warmly today, feeding into both her greed and arrogance, and sending a warm flush spreading up from her chest to her face.
She doesn't think too deeply on it when her fingers slip from Harrow's cheek to her chin, tilting just slightly so that her next kiss presses to her mouth, brief and sweet, lasting only a moment before she speaks again, ] Yer a bright spot for me too.
She's somehow startled by the kiss, despite this thread getting extremely smoochy, and her ears go dark immediately. She freezes, for just a moment, before returning it, a little awkwardly.]
[ She doesn't expect Harrow to lean into it—but it appeases something proud in her chest, validating in a way that she doesn't normally need.
But also, she's no where close to actually being smooth, and even when her hands drop to rest on Harrow's hips, colour spreads hot over her cheeks, her toes curling out of embarrassment.
Eventually, the uncharacteristic shyness wins and she's dropping her forehead against Harrow's shoulder, ] Um...
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It has not been entirely dreadful. There have been bright parts. [She'll smile back at her, a little shyly.] And you have been a part of those, certainly.
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She doesn't think too deeply on it when her fingers slip from Harrow's cheek to her chin, tilting just slightly so that her next kiss presses to her mouth, brief and sweet, lasting only a moment before she speaks again, ] Yer a bright spot for me too.
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She's somehow startled by the kiss, despite this thread getting extremely smoochy, and her ears go dark immediately. She freezes, for just a moment, before returning it, a little awkwardly.]
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But also, she's no where close to actually being smooth, and even when her hands drop to rest on Harrow's hips, colour spreads hot over her cheeks, her toes curling out of embarrassment.
Eventually, the uncharacteristic shyness wins and she's dropping her forehead against Harrow's shoulder, ] Um...
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Um?
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Yer smile is so cute, Harrow.
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. . . Cute?
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Even when yer tryin' to tease me.
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Yuel. Please. I am not. . . cute.
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[ And while Harrow is defenceless, she'll sneak in a surprise kiss, giggling a little. ]