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♕ : Holding hands

She knew that he wasn’t supposed to...for multiple reasons.  Not the least of which was that he was engaged but also that she was still a witch and she wasn’t sure that his family was watching.  Certainly no one wanted him with a french witch that he had rescued from the British, even if witches were more acceptable here then they had been back on the main land.  

Still when they were alone, waiting in the gardens by themselves her thin fingers slipped through his out of instinct, though his own digits were hardly the only part on him she wanted to touch.  She wanted to slip them through the soft curls on the back of his neck, weave them through the thick cloth at his chest again... 

It was hard not to think about it when she was such a creature of physical touch anyway.  It was like telling a bird not to fly when it could see the sky.  

“You should be careful...”  She warned him quietly.  “Someone will see...someone will know.”  What would they really know though besides that he had been bewitched?

*Just a quick ooc to show some love to these beauties🖤🖤🖤🖤. @ericbrandonrp​, @blue-eyed-devils​, @duncanmcleode​ and @warrioroflondonbelow​ - thank you x*

Card Attached: 

Calman Geal, I canna wait till I see ye this evening. They aren’t as beautiful as ye but I hope they bring a wee smile to yer lovely face. Which I like kissing by the way…… Love, D xo

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She read that card several times, each instance making her smile grow more and more while her fingertips played among the soft petals. The flowers scent filled the air around her and for the first time in way too long, Kit felt at ease, knowing that very soon....he would be back beside her.

When she’d opened the door, there was a small part of her that hoped on the face she’d see at the other side of it. There had simply been far too much time passed since Kit had last cast her eyes on him - but still, she would never forget those eyes, that mouth, his hair. All those details were etched indelibly in her mind.

And yet, she was nervous, in a weird, not-really-nervous-but-more-excited way. That was probably why her own expression was akin to shock, rather than the delight she should rightfully feel.

Duncan turned his head up as he heard the knock, a wide grin spread across his mouth seeing Salem. “Aye of course ye can and yeah I would think one couldn’t focus with all that racket out there.” he stood up and walked towards him, his eyes took in the sight of the younger man, that burning and nagging desire he tried to keep quiet was beginning to grow the more time they spent around one another. “Ye can use them anytime……”

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