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Teia turned to press her back against the door, looking up at Viago from beneath her lashes. She grinned, a smile sharp at the edges, and the fire in Viago's eyes mirrored the flame that burned for him in her chest.
"Well, we can't have that, can we? I like my men well hydrated. Although, you do seem particularly thirsty. Hm?"
Teia already seemingly had Viago on edge; it was a gamble to try to push him further. She liked to play the odds, though, liked the thrill. She did own a casino, after all.
Viago stared down at her, unblinking. He knew exactly what she was referring to, and he was not at all shy about the concept.
"I would say famished..." he replied, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how completely she had him wrapped around her finger... or the chance to smirk and remark upon it.
He punctuated his words by leaning in, brushing his lips against hers in a soft kiss, promising more should she want it. All the while, his hand drifted back to the door handle, fingers sliding down to turn the lock so no one would think to wander into his office.
Although, if anyone had seen Teia enter, they likely already knew he wouldn't want to be disturbed for quite some time.
bold what always applies. italicize what sometimes applies. crossout what never applies.
EYES : avoids eye contact when nervous | maintains eye contact when agitated | avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent | enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion | looks down when emotional | looks up when emotional | cries openly | wipes tears quickly | suppresses tears | wandering gaze when lost in thought | holds gaze while thinking | seeks out eye contact for reassurance | seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations | eyes constantly move during conversation | expressive eyes | emotions only evident through eyes | uses eye contact to intimidate | looks up while thinking | looks down while thinking.
HANDS : clasps behind back | rest in lap | fidgets with clothes | twiddles thumbs | chews at nails | pushes back cuticles | draws patterns on table/counter surfaces | makes animated gestures while speaking | only gestures to emphasize | utilizes sign language | speaks only through sign | calluses | scars | smooth | wrinkled | worn | soft | delicate | bony | slender | thick | veiny | touches others while speaking | reaches out while laughing | reaches out to comfort others | reaches out to seek comfort | places face in hands when exasperated | places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed | rests chin in hands | taps fingers when impatient | taps fingers when nervous | taps fingers while thinking | scratches scalp | strokes chin | rubs back of head | toys with objects around them | runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.
MOUTH : chews lip | chews at inside of cheek | licks lips | bites tongue | chews on straws | resting frown | resting smile | neutral resting expression | resting pout | grinds teeth | flexes jaw | covers mouth when laughing | covers mouth when shocked | covers mouth when concerned | hands to lips while thinking | covers mouth when chewing | chews with mouth closed | chews with mouth open | smirks | grins | subtle smiles | wide smiles | sad smiles | intimidating smiles | menacing grins | openly smiles | tries to suppress smiles | bares teeth when angry | lips quiver when emotional | stutters | speaks quickly | speaks slowly | good pronunciation | poor pronunciation | moderate pronunciation | purses lips | sucks in lips | holds mouth open when shocked or confused.
LEGS : bounces leg when nervous | draws knees to chest when sitting | draws knees to chest as a means of comfort | sits on knees | sits with legs criss-crossed | sits with legs spread open in chairs | crosses legs when sitting in chairs | sits with one leg folded under the other | places feet on furniture | never places feet on furniture | sits on counters | sits on desks | sits on tables | sits on edge of seat | sits hunched over with forearms on knees | arches one knee up | sits on the arm of chairs/couches | feet on dashboard | swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated | wiggles toes when nervous | wiggles toes as a general tick | shuffles feet | kicks foot into ground | stomps feet | loud footsteps | quiet footsteps | silent footsteps
HAIR : runs fingers through hair | tugs at hair | picks at scalp | chews on hair | twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous | smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous | prefers hair out of face | prefers long hair | prefers short hair | wears hair back | keeps hair down | smooths back hair | plays with other's hair while talking | plays with own hair while talking | strokes hair to comfort others | likes having hair stroked for their own comfort | braids others' hair while talking | braids own hair while talking | flips hair out of face | pushes hair out of face | leaves hair alone even when falling into face.
“Don’t tell me this is the first time you’ve visited a woman’s bedchamber unannounced,” Teia teased, loving the way his cheeks flushed at the words woman and bedchamber.
He leaned closer to her. “I’m not the green boy you think I am.”
This was the tit for tat she’d hoped for in his room. “Then prove it.”
Andarateia Cantori and Viago de Riva in Eight Little Talons, by Courtney Woods aka the reason i've gone insane this year
your teeth are bared, as they have been, your jaw aching for so long as growls slip free. you always have to defend yourself. you lash out in fear. you need someone who does not shrink back... a hand falling slowly to your shoulder, however briefly, in a reminder that you do not have to lunge. there is no danger here, now.
Teia leaned into his touch, trying not to think about how, not an hour ago, she'd thought she'd never feel it again. It was easier to push those feelings away as she felt Viago's weight and warmth against her side. The bruising looked angry, and come morning she would seek out something to help with healing, but for now Teia simply made sure to be as careful as she could with him.
Until that comment. She was still careful, however, making sure to grab far from the bruising when she reached down to pinch him.
"You're lucky you're mostly irresistible, you know. Otherwise I wouldn't put up with your terrible humor."
A gentle smile broke across his face, something he typically only showed to Teia. The pinch drew a quiet chuckle from him, even though the motion hurt. It didn't matter; he was with Teia, and that, in his mind, was the very definition of happiness.
"I know you missed my jokes," he replied, the hand on her cheek sliding back to comb his fingers through her hair. "But if you want me to stop, I will. I'd hate to punish you with them."
His voice stayed steady, his expression unchanged -- save for the faint twitch of his smile into a smirk, before he sought to distract her with gentle kisses along her shoulder.
She was constantly beautiful, as if it came effortlessly. Whether in a full Antivan gown or in the quiet hours of the morning when they rose for the day, she was always ineffable to Viago. But what he loved most was her fire, her passion, her wit, and the way she always saw through his carefully placed masks, liking the man beneath.
"Does this re-establish our... relationship?" he asked softly, wanting her confirmation before he committed to her again.
