#lxxness

lxxness sent slow dancing 

status: no longer accepting

     “mia, you’re too siff-”

again, he had repeated such words to the lass, now unable to control the sigh that pressed his lips apart.  the two had been at it for hours, their “lessons” so to speak.  he didn’t mind spending time for her-- this was not were the irritation swelled.  he was fine with teaching her a thing or two on ballroom dancing ( maker knows why a warrior such as herself would be curious or even need to use such abilities ), but frankly speaking, she was as graceful as a stick-- too rigid and guarded, too hard in places she needed to be soft.

     “come now, let me lead.”

he pulled away, arms raised at his side.  he had only wanted to help her up, but perhaps she was more accustomed to distance, then touch...  or maybe she was simply embarrassed by her stumble.

lxxness

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"I am not reprimanding you for the danger, nor am I babying you—" he returned in a firm tone. "You’ll have to excuse my tone give. That I do not wish to lose my sister—" he bit out, brows furrowed.

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.

  DURHAM WATCHES the woman with raised    brows, arms crossed over a bare chest. He    does not spend too much time in the courtyard,    but when he does, the rogue expects to see    things that can be labelled as beyond strange.