— attractive things acotar characters do.
when he accidentally move closer to you, but won’t move away
everywhere azriel goes, he looks for you. slowly, he begins to move closer until he's standing near you, until you're so close that you can feel the heat of his body spilling into yours. anyone else would take a step back, but he can't. physically can't. it's as though he needs every tiny bit of contact he can get with you. sometimes your fingers or shoulders brush against each other, and his heart races in his chest; he's doing everything in his power not to close that distance. instead, he just keeps looking at you, completely focused on whatever you're saying, like being close to you is the most natural thing in the world.
when he's so deeply in love, so intensely lost in his feelings for you. he writes letters late into the night, his hand aching as pages pile across his desk. the moon begins to fade and the first rays of sunlight start filtering into his room, and he closes his eyes, blaming himself for spending yet another night thinking about you. when he cries alone while thinking of you, thinking of touching you; he falls to his knees while whispering your name, over and over again, like a desperate prayer.
saying your name with a low voice in a sentence
mor already has a naturally beautiful voice; the kind that enchants anyone who hears it, that makes them want to move closer to the melody. but when she says your name, there's something different in her tone. something softer, warmer, deeper, more in love. something that makes your whole body shiver when you hear her mention your name "casually" during a conversation, as though the entire room disappears because, in some mystical way, she manages to make your name sound sacred.
always finding a way to be near or around you
mor is naturally social, so at first it doesn't seem unusual. she's always talking to someone, always moving through a room, always making people laugh. but after a while, you start noticing a pattern; no matter where you are, mor somehow ends up there too. if you're sitting alone at dinner, she takes the seat beside you. if you're standing on a balcony during a party, she appears a few minutes later with two drinks and an easy smile. if you leave a conversation, she somehow drifts in the same direction shortly after. she never makes a big deal out of it, but there's something incredibly attractive about realizing that, out of everyone she could spend her time with, she keeps choosing you. every single time.
when he comes out of training sweaty with wet hair
cassian walks off the training field flushed, sweaty, wings stretched behind him, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, and the moment he makes eye contact with you, his smile widens, as though he knows exactly how much power he's carrying right now. adrenaline is still running through his veins, the sound of the other soldiers laughing echoes in his ears, but all he can focus on is you, only you.
cassian does this constantly; guiding you through crowded rooms, pulling you closer when someone nearly bumps into you, moving you beside him without even thinking. it's so casual for him, which somehow makes it even worse.
when he explains things softly to you, without getting angry or tired of you
rhys is incredibly intelligent, but what makes him attractive is how patient he becomes with you. you could ask a dumb question, ask the same thing three times, interrupt him, need a better explanation. and he'll still explain everything with that soft, amused smile, as though explaining things to you is the easiest thing he could possibly do. not to mention that he loves every second of it, looking at your eyes, your mouth, your hands...
when he maintains eye contact with a cheeky lil smile
rhys knows exactly what he's doing when that little smile appears while he's teasing you, or openly flirting with you, making everyone look your way. it's not to embarrass you, but to show everyone just how affected you can be by him. that tiny smile appears and his violet eyes never leave yours, and suddenly you've forgotten what you were saying while he looks entirely too pleased about it.
seeing his waistband when he stretches
it's ridiculous how much this affects you. lucien is reaching for something on a high shelf, completely focused on the conversation, when his shirt rides up just enough to reveal the waistband of his trousers and a sliver of skin. he doesn't notice, you try to look away, but the image is already burned into your memory. he simply continues talking as though he hasn't just become the most distracting thing in the room.
eye contact when getting dressed/undressed
lucien isn't usually the type to stare, but when it comes to you, he can't help it. your beauty, your essence, captivate him in an overwhelming way. he can't stop looking at you while you're talking to him as the two of you get ready together; he stops where he is, like he is hypnotized by the sight of you. you look at him, smile, and ask, "what?" innocently, and it makes his blood run warm. he slowly walks over to you and finishes helping you get dressed, leaving soft kisses on your shoulder and neck.
leaning over you in the kitchen.
eris loves trapping you against him. he loves feeling your warmth, feeling you try to wiggle away so you can finish what you're doing, but you can’t because he keeps you wrapped in strong, steady arms. he loves seeing your reaction when his body fits so perfectly against yours. you're trying to grab something from the cabinet, focused on your task, when he's suddenly there; your back is turned to him when he wraps his arms around you, pressing his hips against yours. he starts leaving kisses along your shoulder and up your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more room. he smiles against your skin, satisfied.
harsher and desperate kisses on the jaw while you're giggling
happens when you're teasing him; which, unfortunately for eris, you enjoy doing far too much. you'll say something smug. something that makes him roll his eyes or narrow them in warning, but then you laugh. and suddenly he's pulling you closer, pressing quick, frustrated kisses along your jaw, your neck, the corner of your mouth. the kind that feel less like affection and more like an attempt to silence you; except you're still giggling the entire time. which only makes him kiss you again and again until you're out of breath, until eventually he starts laughing too.
