it’s been SO lovely, getting to show her friends and chosen family her home, especially now that a certain fancypants isn’t after her head anymore. most everyone has gone to bed at this point, but she and @lunaerising ( as caleb ) have a habit of staying up past their bedtime, which jester is more than happy to indulge him in. she’s guided him up to the roof of the chateau, which is easily accessible with a little work from the trellises of her mother’s suites, and she’s pointing out all the different landmarks at night, letting the sounds and smells and sights of her home wash over her. the wind is vicious up here, cutting and cold from the sea, but jester doesn’t pay it any mind, especially as it whips her hair in front of her face when she’s talking to caleb. “ and that stand, right over there, they have the best skewers, and you wouldn’t think that street food like that could taste like a five-star restaurant, but it absolutely can. the benefit of setting up near a place like this, the food is always really good because of the clientele that mama brings in-- ” she’s completely lost in her words, not paying any mind to the dark blue hair pushing into her face, when she feels caleb’s hand reach up and push some of it behind her ear, which forces her to meet his gaze, violet meeting blue in a wide-eyed rush. jester blinks once, twice, as his touch lingers, before a signature toothy grin spreads on her face. ( she’s grateful it’s darker up here -- otherwise she’d blame the flush on her face from the wind. ) “ thank you, caleb. ” but it doesn’t last long, as she pivots back to her birds-eye tour to keep things from getting awkward, despite the thundering in her chest. “ okay, so over there... ”
[ HAIR ]: sender slowly reaches out to catch a loose strand of the receiver’s hair and tuck it gently and securely back behind their ear, letting their touch linger afterwards. // prompts that make me go 👀 // accepting