@devilishope asked: ❛ what a perfect pout you have. ❜
She had not thought she was pouting. It made sense, though. Raphael's incessant teasing was enough to make anyone pout-- in frustration, usually, closely followed by disappointment. One hand firmly held her jaw, fingertips digging slightly into her cheeks to make her pout more, exaggeratedly, whilst keeping her gaze firmly upon him above her.
"I was not pouting." Marcella insisted, brow furrowing, as she tried to pull her face out of his grip to no avail. She could bite him, she thought, if she could just get a bit of movement. Her hand grasped his wrist tightly, trying to shift him but with no luck, deciding instead to dig her fingernails into his skin, as if that would dissuade him. What in the hells did she do to earn Raphael's attention? "What's with the fascination of my mouth, anyway? Thinking of kissing it?"