pirate queen

eyes widen when he notices someone crawling  through his window ,  but he makes no move to stop them .   “ yeah ? ”  he asks as he stands up from his bed ,  moving past her  to peer out the window for himself ,  wondering what ,  or most likely  who ,  had chased her up here .   “ how would you rate them ? ”   he asks ,  head titling when he looks back to her ,  grin spreading across his face .   “ are they safe enough ?  or should i pop a ladder down next time to ensure a safer means of passage ? ”   examining her closely ,  he laughs .  “ did you want to talk about it ?  or should i just grab you a beer ? ”

it’s not every day that darlene finds herself climbing through a strangers window, though it’s certainly far from the first time that it’s happened. really she ought to pay more attention to her surroundings --- for all she knows the real pissed off looking men in the street weren’t actually looking for her ( she highly doubts that ). running had been a default, her instinct being to flee rather than turn and fight. now though ---- she kind of regrets that.

❝ hi there. i’m just here to .... to inspect your windows, don’t mind me. ❞

@lghtpulled​ said -------- “Is that the best you’ve got?”

Physical Contact Starters

No explicit NSFW, but some could be interpreted that way. Alter as necessary!

SOFT

“Your hands are so warm.”

“Ah, that feels good…”

“Wait… are you braiding my hair?”

“Is it okay if I lean on you?”

“Just hold me for awhile. Please.”

“You don’t mind me touching you there, right?”

“Oh! I didn’t mean to fall asleep leaning on you.”

“Don’t stop stroking my hair…”

“Be gentle with me.”

“Y’know, I could go for a back rub right now. Just saying.”

“Please… Kiss me, even if it’s just this once.”

“I bet I’m strong enough to pick you up.”

“Can I use your lap as a pillow?”

“Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”

“I could kiss you all over.”

“That tickles!”

“Mind washing my back for me?”

“I didn’t know you were the cuddling type.”

“I love how soft your lips are.”

“Don’t get up just yet, I’ll miss having you next to me.”

“No one’s kissed me like that in a long time.”

ROUGH

“Ow! That fucking hurt!”

“Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”

“You stepped on my foot!”

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Please be more gentle next time…”

“Don’t squeeze so tight!”

“Hey, don’t touch me there. It hurts.”

“Did you just bite me?!”

“Next time I’ll hit you like I mean it.”

“Is that the best you’ve got?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’ll make you bleed.”

“You really can’t take a hit, can you?”

“Hey!! What was that for?!”

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

“That stung a little. Go easy on me next time.”

“Don’t tell me you can’t handle a little sparring.”

“You almost knocked me over!”

“I won’t stop until I hear you scream.”

“That’s gonna leave a bruise…”

she looks OVERWHELMED. that adam can see. the prince is all too familiar with that sensation at these kinds of galas, admittedly. it’s why he finds himself crossing the distance between them, why he finds himself extending a hand to the woman before him, gently inquiring if he may have this dance. it makes him smile, the way that she answers him in such a inquisitive manner, as if she cannot believe that he is asking.

                “ lovely, ”  the prince answers as soon as she agrees, hand wrapping around her smaller one and lightly squeezing it.  “ you seemed… troubled. so, i thought a dance might do you some good, milady. ”  adam leads her out onto the golden dance floor, pulling her right into the center of the crowd of other couples dancing along. it may not be his party, but he’s going to still be right in the thick of it all.  “ i’m adam, by the way. prince adam florian, ”  he introduces, hand moving to her waist.  “ and, you are? ”

though she’s never truly been one for fancy balls ( too much preparation required, in her opinion ) she’s regretting never coming to one before now. there’s a faint flush sitting high on her cheeks, though she’s unsure whether it is from the kindness of this stranger or the heat of the bodies around her. nonetheless, darlene is eager to follow him right into the centre of the crowd.

@oceanforged​ sent: “I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

✝ — HE TENDS TO HAVE THAT EFFECT ON PEOPLE, something he didn’t always understand but figured was, at most, a surface level reaction. Still, it feels CALLOUS to never see comments as such as anything more than that. He instinctually assumes INSINCERITY when he ought to look beyond past experiences. For this reason his expression shifts to something of a grimace, then something more neutral, then, slight confusion upon looking at the way her eyes soften looking to him. 

“I’m sorry…” he’s starting to apologize, but it trails off, concern shifting to realization. “I…is there something I can do?” 

AFFECTION

it appears that it doesn’t take much to make her laugh these days, seeing as soon as the question passes his lips she’s letting out a soft huff. her gaze is nothing but fond, eyes tracking the minute details in every expression that crosses his features, attempting to memorise the beauty of every single emotion. a hand comes up to toy with the multitude of necklaces ---- a nervous habit, one that appears through hesitation even in soft moments such as these.

if darlene was going to be completely honestly with herself, she’d admit that supreme leader kylo ren kind of scared the shit out of her.

                  but then again when was she ever honest with herself?

her gaze was fixed onto his back, slightly zoned out as he gave out the instructions for this mission. it wasn’t as if she needed to pay close attention, she was going to be sticking by his side for the entire thing after all. darlene wasn’t too sure how to feel about this ------- sure, she was still technically on probation, but that doesn’t meant that she was expecting to be stuck with the man himself.

✝ — “WOAH, HEY, I asked you first,” a touch of lightheartedness is meant to relieve tension in the room, catching her shoulders as she approaches, a moment of silence. He slides his hands to her arms, then, with a sigh, drops them entirely. “Maybe we could BOTH use a little fresh air, yes?”

He turns on his heel, not bothering to put on his outwear on as he moves out of the room, pausing at looking back at her to see if she will follow, “you don’t have to LIE TO ME, you know.”

she sends him a grateful smile, a hand coming up to grasp his forearm. her thanks is sent in the form of a nod, not trusting herself to verbalise her thoughts. besides, it’s not unlike the pirate to send a silent thanks ---- she’s never really been one for verbal communication.  ❝ fresh air sounds good right now. ❞

                >> ⚔️ <<                           ❝         I’VE BEEN TOLD THAT    not much has changed then,    if my reputation is less than stellar.         ❞           he utters,    shifting his weight while securing his gloves properly.    his tone holds slight annoyance to it but his expression doesn’t change much,    brow raising however at her offer.                           ❝         YOU A TRACKER    of some kind    ??         ❞