#spinnerofhope

[princeofopenness]

Roll To Seduce The Dragon

@spinnerofhope (continued from here!)

He'd done poorly indeed. Ena had not only taken note of his little slip up, but she'd been left disappointed. This was the worst possible outcome from his actions, save for her taking offense to the mention of Rajaion... though there was still possibility for it to occur. Alfonse needed to try and stop himself from saying anything else stupid so that didn't happen.

"I-- er, well," Alfonse coughed, trying to stall for just a moment to give himself time to think. "E-even still, I didn't think it fair to assume you wished to... participate. Er... I wasn't certain if it would be... on account of, ah... n-never mind. You made your stance clear enough anyway. I shouldn't waste time trying to explain myself."

The fact that he had the wherewithal to cut himself off was a rare stroke of luck. If nobody stopped him, he could keep going like that practically indefinitely, growing more awkward by the second. Ena was spared that for now. That wasn't to say she had escaped awkwardness entirely-- oh, no, the worst was yet to come.

Alfonse stepped closer to her, face still burning with humiliation from the previous attempt. His eyes locked with Ena's briefly before turning away, and he stepped back, mumbling an apology. Trying to muster up the courage for this was more difficult than he had imagined. How could he face mortal peril more easily than a silly kiss? What was wrong with him?

"...I, er... don't really... do this often," Alfonse explained. "This is... I'm not good at it all. The, um... r-romance, I suppose you could call it. N-not that this has to be... that! Just... I don't really-- never mind. I should just..."

Make his move. That was what he should do. He hesitantly pulled Ena into a gentle embrace, holding her close to his body. It was something of a mistake already, he feared; dragon laguz had empathic abilities, didn't they? Up close like this, his nervousness would be impossible to hide, especially with his heart racing as it was. He needed to hurry up. The longer he took, the more time he was giving himself to worry.

Hesitation was something of a blessing for just a moment, though. It slowed Alfonse down just enough that he didn't crash into Ena like he had the previous time. Instead, his lips slowly caressed hers, eyes fluttering shut as he allowed himself to fully sink into the kiss. He even managed to avoid immediately pulling away this time!

[princeofopenness]

🎄... mwah ?

Mistletoe || Accepting!

Alfonse's neuroticism was really coming back to bite him. He'd heard rumors that this was the only thing that could ward off Baldr, her one weakness, but hanging mistletoe around everywhere had other consequences he hadn't thought of at the time. He'd entirely forgotten the silly little seasonal tradition it came with.

Now he was trapped underneath it with no easy means of escape. His eyes locked with Ena's, a small frown forming on his face. How could he possibly explain himself? Moreover, how could he weasel his way out of the situation without making her upset? After all, if he made it seem as though the notion of kissing her was unappealing to him, that could seem a grave insult indeed.

"D-don't you have a--," Alfonse began to interject before cutting himself off. She'd never mentioned Rajaion to him. The fact that he knew about that would only raise more questions, that he not only knew of Ena's beloved, but of the fate he had suffered. Alfonse visibly winced as he realized his mistake, breaking eye contact to look down at the floor in between them.

He needed to act quickly. If he covered up his faux pas by indulging the tradition, then she might be distracted long enough for him to make his escape. Only one thing for it, then. He had to commit. His body screamed at him not to, and the hesitation showed in how slowly he began to go in for the kiss, but it didn't last. He sped up abruptly, lips crashing gracelessly into Ena's before he pulled away just as suddenly.

"...I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Alfonse mumbled, face burning the same color as the dragon's hair. "I shouldn't have-- it's tradition, but-- I'm sorry. Please forget this happened."

[hatariwildheart]

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

silent starters || accepting

Oh. A flower. A flower in his fur. Volug turned to try and sniff at it, though its position behind his ear made that impossible. The wolf gave a small whine instead, sitting back on his haunches to claw at it with a hind leg. With the flower knocked to the ground, that wet nose was planted firmly into it, breathing in deep of its aroma. Pleasant, but not one he recognized. Must have been a local flower species. Was it edible? Probably better not to just eat it and find out when Ena had put it in his fur so deliberately.

Ah, but now this nice gift was on the ground... that wouldn't do. Volug gingerly placed his teeth on the petal, careful not to apply more force than would be necessary to keep it from falling. It would be so easy to break the fragile gift. He rested his chin in Ena's hand, opening his mouth to deposit the flower into it dutifully. Lavender eyes looked expectantly up at her, tail wagging as he waited for her to return the bloom to his fur now that he had inspected it.

Sure, he could just transform and do it himself, but what was the point of that? It was about the gesture of Ena doing it.

[encantresse]

[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender and receiver lay under the stars to stargaze

Ena is not a very poetic person. She never had been. Nasir could probably wax poetic about the galaxies above for hours if he so desired.

She was not Nasir.

So instead, she simply says: "... My grandfather taught me how to read star charts when I was young. I still remember them... if you were to desire that information."

*  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 | closed

she's never been one to place her faith in the heavens, nor in those said to reside there. on high, they watched her suffer on earth, and if that weren't already cruel enough, they had only lent a hand to those enticed by wicked acts.

there isn’t much she wants to ask them, save for one question: why?

but she’s always been one to put stock in people, at the very least. what they did, where their passions lay, and what they could teach her. so dorothea angles herself toward the stranger accordingly, observing her with some curiosity as one might study the galaxies overhead.

then, her head tips upward, carefully curled locks cascading down her back as she remains silent for some time, contemplating what to say in response.

"did he? how lovely. you must think of him often on nights like these." a smile flashes invitingly. "i'd love to hear your thoughts. i can't say i'm familiar with any of this, truthfully, but i could always stand to learn a thing or two."