[he feels her inside his head when he asks. the magnitude of her power making tentative attempts to breach what it shouldn't. nothing hurts, but her intrusion makes his shoulders tense. he's waiting. he has nothing to fight back with in his mind, can only bring up memories and images to push her back with and cloud her vision.]
Maybe not.
[not here, not now. he would bring up fairness but there's no fairness here. does he reach for her, does he remain still? his hand curls around the flower in his palm, crushing its petals. he leans in closer, cheek pressing against cheek, lips moving along her ear when he whispers.]
Can I have yours?
[almost innocent - almost, if it weren't for his salacious tone and the buzz of intoxicating magic between, two energies colliding. her name, her flower, a kiss. he'll take whatever she gives him.]
no subject
Maybe not.
[not here, not now. he would bring up fairness but there's no fairness here. does he reach for her, does he remain still? his hand curls around the flower in his palm, crushing its petals. he leans in closer, cheek pressing against cheek, lips moving along her ear when he whispers.]
Can I have yours?
[almost innocent - almost, if it weren't for his salacious tone and the buzz of intoxicating magic between, two energies colliding. her name, her flower, a kiss. he'll take whatever she gives him.]