( chest ) : for sender to hold reciever (chloe) close against their chest.
totally up to what you feel comfortable with, in chloe's case, as i know the tone of the prompt post had a romantic lean
The streets of this town were noisy at best, cacophonous at its worst. Unlike the old manor, where you could hear the distant call of a lark, stretching and echoing off the canopy, mountains and snow drifts, here there was endless chatter. No matter what day or what hour, silence upon these streets was reserved to hide the hunters or those bidding their time. It was far less pleasant to the soft clicks, whirrs and grind of automatons.
She released an exhale, waiting to see the vapors rise, but what wisp that could have been was weighted down by the unusual warm rain for winter. It gave a false sense of spring as it melted the snow and gave the illusion safe passage, when each step was fraught with lies.
Her gloved fingers tightened around her collar as a wintery gust rushed through the narrow streets like a beastly serpent escaping from pursuit. She had just finished a visit to a young woman who had created a stir to both the above ground and underground of vampires and the human church. A delicate looking young woman with a gentle nurturing smile, but with eyes, that should they have been any other color, could have been anything but human.
Chloé had only been in this city for a year, but like the mountain villages, those with shifting eyes were seen as frightful, and yet, this young lady rebuilt and filled her house with them. Neither human nor vampire, society's scapegoat and out casts. Yet the gentle gazes they had for her reminded her of the ones she once had when she brought that small boy in. The two conclude that loneliness and mistrust had a curious way of strangling one with silk and lace, and putting faith in who were just as lost.
A howling gust rushed the street scrambling the crowds, rattling the store signs and pushing her shuffling backwards until she collided into the soft muffled sound of thick wool and the one wearing it securely held onto her until the wind died down.
"Apologies. Thank you for catching my fall." She thanked, looked up, and her eyes widened and let out a surprised , "Ah!" She rose up to her toes and swiped down his hair down towards his eyes, then pushed the bangs back up, back down, and back up once again.
Her hands clapped onto his cheeks.
"Jean Jacques! Is it really you?!" She exclaimed with a smile.
