Continued from here @stellsaria
The wait was agonising. No one told her that would be the worst bit, not the actual struggle of getting her feelings out. The longer it dragged, it was only a moment yet it felt like it stretched on and on, the more she was tempted to back up and flee the situation entirely. She could blame it on alcohol later, once she had gathered enough of her pride to face Filarick again, and try to laugh off her awful attempt at propositioning him.
If Esca hadnโt abandoned her, the mental door slammed firmly closed for the night, he'd accuse her of being a coward. For once she agreed with his assessment.
The fact he didnโt say no had her blinking up at him, golden eyes wide. All the air seemed to rush out of her lungs as it took her a moment to truly register that his answer wasnโt โnoโ. But then heโd volleyed the ball back to her and she was back to floundering.
"No--Yes!" This was a disaster.
Words were not getting her anywhere. Words weโre not her forte. At this rate the only thing sheโd probably talk herself into was deciding to abandon her quarry and find somewhere to lick her wounds. New tactics were needed before and completely lost her nerve. It shouldnโt be this difficult, gods damnit!
Morren took a small steadying breath, screwed up her courage, and stepped forwards and further into Filarickโs space. Her hand fisted in the collar of his bright blue tunic and she tugged him down as she surged up to press her lips against his. She hoped that was a satisfactory answer to his question.
















