a thumb strokes the bottom swell of jinx's lips, cerulean tints studying them in quiet for what seemed like an eternity before irelia spoke. ' you are strange. ' another pause. ' i can't tell if i like it. ' petals flush against petals as she leaned over to further gather information -- yet she comes back empty when she pulls away. ' i definitely don't hate it. '
MAGENTA EYES, a muted ruby under the shade of tree leaves, draws the illumination of attention across their mirrored-surfaces dappling them with unabashed interest. a pink tongue curls in it’s cavern, its tip feeling for the sharpened crest of a incisor. there are times in which patience rewards and even though her mouth aches to twist into its wolfish angles, she carves it softer - a saccharine humor to it. yes, she’s strange though the adjectives others prescribe are oft to be less-kind , yet more accurate. the whisper of a laugh carries away in a breeze of breath, a staccato fan of warm air that grazes the other’s thumb.
it’s a rarity for jinx to feel in the conventional way so when irelia’s lips finally connect and her nerves find an ember of heat, - she allows her lids to blanket her vision to enjoy it. a gloved hand finds its way carding between the strands of dark midnight hair that have strayed forward from the others, an index crooking to ensnare but a few. she tugs at them, playfully urging her back closer. “that’s not a bad start,” eyelashes curtain over her gaze, inspiring a half shadow over her eyes that darkens their hue. “why don’t we try again?”