Oooh Nevecanis prompts ok lemme seeโฆ how about โa kiss on the handโ?
Thank you for the prompt! I love this for them!
Neve noticed it pretty quickly.
Of course she would.ย
There is little that does not find its way into the ponderings of her mind. A twitch in someoneโs expression, the shadow of tenseness in a suspectโs shoulders, a tell that one thinks theyโre good at hiding.
And so, the first time Lucanis does it, she thinks it is sweet.
A chaste kiss against her knuckles. Fingers holding tightly onto hers as he bends them into his lips. The tickle of his facial hair onto her skin.
She smiles after the initial curiosity, her muscles relax into him and she allows Lucanis to keep himself on her until he decides to let her go.
Even if he doesnโt want to. And she can tell that he doesnโt, with the way it takes him another minute before he lets her fingers out of his own.
The second time he does it, her eyebrows perk up. Already familiar with the notion, but still there is an element of surprise.
But by the third time she catches on. It isnโt the kiss. Or the wayward smile that lingers on his face. Or even the way he canโt let go even after he has prolonged his affections.
It is the audience.
Whether it be a room with only Rook, or the a meeting amongst the entirety of the Talons.ย
It is to claim her.
A signal to all, the moment she enters a room, that she is spoken for.
When they are alone he greets her with a nervous kiss on her lips. As if still he needs her confirmation. To which she reassures him with the forcefulness of a secondary peck.
But when she enters a room that he is already residing, he runs up to her and takes her a hand.
Between her knuckles he bestows his lips, and his eyes turn up to look at her.
He is a romantic after all.
And as much as it is for them both, the reality lies in the reaction of others. It is for everyone to know that she is his, and he is hers.
Innocuous and polite, yet it reads all the signs he needs.
Neve always finds it amusing, watching the faces of others. The way their heads try their best not to tilt, or the edges of their lips begin to turn either way. It lets her know what the others think, not that it matters when it comes to what she has with the crow, but it is good information to know.
And then one day she returns the gesture.
In the same manner as he, and this time in a room with some Shadow Dragons. One coughs to hide their reaction and another tries not stop his eyes from popping out of his head.
But it is Lucanis that is most taken aback.
Eyes widen at the gesture, before gradually he begins to grins from ear to ear.
The blush on his cheeks is so warm, Neve can almost feel it radiating off of him.
And as she lowers his hand, he holds tight before reluctantly letting her go. But they only part for a sliver of a second, before he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her into him with a thud as their sides collide.
She laughs.
Oh how he loves her laugh.
Her seals it with a kiss on her forehead. Then to her temple, and then her check.
Another to prolong her laughter. To which she happily obliges.
And the presences of the Shadow Dragons in the room is not acknowledged again for another few lingering minutes.
