plants a big one on him — on his CHEEK. she laughs, the melody ringing through the room, her thumb gently rubbing the mark her lipstick. that just SMUDGES it. nadia stop. ( platonic...... affection.... if it’s ok... )
* / 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
how long has it BEEN since they were afforded such joy ? since the passing of their dear count, it seemed mirth had once more returned to the streets of vesuvia. and nadia, taking her place as its leader, was a more righteous ruler than had been seen for a long time. away from the plague and ruin that had befallen their city for so long, all seemed well. and the loving hand of their countess cared so for its citizens.
and julian was included among them ! to his shock, indeed, as he received the kiss. her lips were tacky with color, the deep red matching the flush that rose to the doctor’s cheeks. he saw it upon the pad of her thumb when she swept it over her cheek, glancing at the color, and laughing with GLEE as he felt the smearing across his skin. and yet, he smiled, with unbridled pleasure, at the thought of it.
❝ — oho, nadia, this will be the talk of the party ! ❞ he chuckles, warm and bright in the barrel of his chest. chin raises, as if to showcase the mark, letting all witness the red stain upon his cheek. it was his pride ! to receive the countess’ affections. ❝ perhaps i’ll be the ENVY of the state, as well. a doctor become fugitive become consort, perhaps ? ❞
