#crystalhart

[pietys-arch]

@crystalhart : a kiss to the tip of her left ear, another against her right eyelid with the softness of a butterfly's wing, lips pressing against the tip of runa's nose before sweeping down to slant her lips against runa's own.

she's      hauntingly      still;      worried      that      if      she      makes      any      sudden      movement,      then      this      sweet      dream      would      come      to      it's      end.      all      of      these      delicate,      honeyed      touches--------------      was      she      worthy      of      all      of      this?      she      finds      herself      threading      fingers      through      roseate      locks,      anxiously      waiting      for      more...      she      desperately      wishes      to      say      words      of      adoration;      &      yet,      worries      that      all      of      her      hurt,      all      of      her      brokeness;      would      cut      like      glass.      &      so...      she      remains      silent,      drinking      in      the      sweet,      sweet      ambrosia.

[aetheiryte-a]

❛    nanaaaaaa,    i hurt myself.      specifically my lips,   you see.      i need a kissy, nana.     post - haste!    ❜     |   kisskiss for @crystalhart

Nimble fingers pluck at harp strings, pause, move to quickly scribble a few music bars in a notebook at her side, then return to the melody-in-progress: a tune likely to never actually see the inside of any taverns, reserved for only those who fought and lived its contents alongside her. She hums along as she replays the newly-written bars and, satisfied at its flow, gives a small, approving nod.

An ear flicks up at the sound of her name, angled in the direction of the voice long before her eyes seek out its owner. When her head turns, she shifts the harp to rest her elbow gently on its frame, her chin still resting in the palm of her hand. A teasing smile plays at her lips.

          ❛ Post-haste, hm? ❜     At her side, her tail gives an excited flick. V'senah shifts again, setting the harp down atop the notebook and standing. She doesn't move closer, instead stretching out aching limbs in place before crossing her arms over her chest.     ❛ A cast of Currre might help with that. Mayhap even a Regen, if the pain purr-sists. What do you think — should I give it a trrry? ❜

The look she gets is answer enough. Hands raise in what might be the quickest surrender in Eorzean history.

❛ Okay, okay! Damn you and those eyes. You don't play fair. ❜ Yet Senah laughs all the same, and scoots closer, tail swaying. Both hands take hold of Irhen's face and gently squish before she leans in to place a kiss squarely on allegedly afflicted lips once, twice, thrice for good measure. ❛ All betterrr now? Or do you need another? ❜

[cjcandverduchj]

CJCJ and Verduch are on lockdown! But look who rang the line for our talkshow debut! We've got Crystal Hart and special guest co-host Martin Vasquez on the line and we're talking everything from flaming hot topics to ways to beat the corona blues!