ikols: you lose (♀ you try to melt my heart)
— ᴄᴏᴠᴇᴛᴏᴜs ᴍᴀɢᴘɪᴇ. ([personal profile] ikols) wrote in [community profile] quaranmeme 2018-07-10 01:18 pm (UTC)

[ He earns a light laugh, a flirtatious glance eyeing him up and down as she leads him into a descent of stone stairs. ]

It's warmer down here, you'll do better with the furs. I'll take the couch.

[ Her bed is a smaller version of the large nest in the Sanctum: a lamplit pile of furs and soft cushions in no real order, large enough for either her or Owen (or both at a squeeze), amber light spilling from the lantern suspended from the cave ceiling. No shower in the small toilet en suite, addressed with a nod. ]

If you want a wash you'll have to wait until morning, [ turning to face him with his hand still clasped in hers, she finds herself of a similar height and hums with a tilt of her head, ] unless you want to risk the reptiles in the dark down by the river.

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