#dravocn

🌹Regardless of whatever the handsome man was doing the slender siren slipped herself into his lap, like an expensive and fine wine poured into a crystal glass. Her strong flawless thighs gripping his hips as, as her lithe arms almost lazily hung over his shoulders; putting her pretty painted face directly in his line of view. "Veux-tu être ma Valentine, chérie?" She questioned in that familiar satin coo he was undoubtedly becoming accustom too, while her long fingers affectionately toyed with the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck. "We can 'ave dinner anywhere jou like. Unless jou would prefer just dessert.~" The last part spoken with a sinfully knowing smile and a teasing bite to the edge of her lips, as she leaned into brush her nose against his.

“Where are you taking me?” Aradir demanded- or at least, he tried to, but his voice was groggy and weak, “Where- where are...” He needed water. Water. He looked around the cart to see if any of the soldiers had a water-skin available.

“Excuse me...You dropped this.”

“Sorry again, it was a little busy earlier so I’m trying to come down from that,” the ravenette laughs as she began to prepare a new drink for him, “That first one will be on me alright?”

Coming out of his camper the metal steps under his feet gave a low rusty groan as his weight caused the RV to sag slightly, until his heavy boots met the ground with a soft hiss of gravel that crunched and slid under them. It taking a minute for his warm amber gaze to slowly shift onto the face that belonged to the unfamiliar voice speaking; the sight of someone touching his bird instantly drawing a look of confusion across his face, making his eyebrows furrow slowly as suspicion began to set in with a small narrowing of his eyes. Just with the way the man spoke combined with his clothes was enough to have the sniper jump to conclusion, and immediately put an small dent of a curl in his upper lip like a wolf wanting to snarl as his vision narrowed in on the stranger. “Yeah, she’s mine. Who tha fuck are ya?” He questioned with a growl heavy in his already deep voice as his body pivoted more to face this possible enemy, already feeling his fingers itch for the bushwacka he didn’t currently have strapped to his hip; though with the size of this guy Knowlen figured he could deal with him fine just with his bare hands. 

💙Only the faintest of breaths passed the widow's full lips in any sort of indication that she had been startled, as the feel of hands touching her immediately caused her to react. Her lithe frame spinning to face whomever it was, as with a flick of her wrist and flash of silver her butterfly knife was firmly pressed against their throat and their back against the wall. It only taking but a moment for her pale eyes to flicker between the all too familiar pair that stared down at her, before all the tension left her body like steam from a bag. "Oh, mon amour. C'est toi. Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas chez toi? I could 'ave 'urt jou." Madilin cooed in a tender sigh of relief wrapped reprimand, while her fingers relaxed the blade that was kissing his skin. "Jou shouldn't sneak up on me like zat."