( @deliirious )
Given the freedom, Ayda would have gladly snapped at almost every being under this roof. Would have damned them all to her own rule and called it a night. But politics were… well, they were unfortunate. Even more so, the dragon was far too good at the game, despite her constantly elevating levels of irritation. But Max was a sort of tether for her in moments like this: he wanted to see that snap and she refused to give it to him. Denying her boy was a far more favorable game to play than what was expected tonight.
A brow rose as he spoke, rambled on with more than what was needed, and right at the corner of her mouth, there was a twitch of a smirk. The start of a grin. To think she wouldn’t send him home was enough to make her laugh, evident in the way she exhaled. Her mouth opened to call him on his bluff, but as he went on, he seemed to catch it enough to satisfy her. “You considering sending you off to sit alone in the house letting you off easy?” In a way, she could see how he’d come to that conclusion.
She also could see the trouble he’d stir up for the sake of attention. And frankly, she wasn’t sure which ending was worse.
The hum vibrated against her lips, and after one last, quick swipe of her tongue over his own, Ayda pulled back just enough to break the kiss. Her fingers lingered, though, the light touch against his chin keeping him close for another moment more. “Have I told you today,” leaning in, the tip of her nose brushed over his cheek, “how pretty you are?”