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[peter_willow]

Who: Gabriel, Peter, Raw
When: January 13th, 10 am
Where: Garden
What: Castle tour, sneaky viewers.

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[grey_gabriel]

Oh, but he wasn't missing the point. No, Gabriel knew Peter intended to actually do something with the grass; he was just being a smartass. Pete had to allow him that luxury a little, he so rarely got to be himself within these walls, it was frustrating

[madeofrawesome]

Wincing at the piercing sound of Peter and his blade of grass, Raw began to back out of their hiding place. They could go through the way Bahst had come to get back to the palace. And inform Cain of what they had found out. That conversation was not exactly one the Viewer was looking forward to.

The fact that the stranger had extremely strong shields was worrying. After all, why would an everyday citizen need shields, besides the barest of them to protect their emotions from displaying on their face.

Add to that the fact that the stranger was interested in Peter...and it did not make for a restful group of thoughts.

[viewer_bahst]

The sound made her cringe and blink furiously as she glared at the cub who was making such a horrible noise with the grass. Following her mate she allowed him to lead her in the direction of the castle, knowing exactly why he had been out here in the first place and who he was going to go inform of this.

[peter_willow]

Peter moved a little closer to Gabriel, concerned with his reaction. He could feel similar pain emnating from Raw and Bahst. Whistling with grass = not a good idea. Certainly one he wouldn't be doing again.

"Oh believe me, I don't think I'll be doing that again." He said with a small smile. To emphasize this point, he took Gabriel's advice and whistled the normal way. As best he could he imitated a bird call. It was at least more melodic than the grass.

He waited until he could no longer detect his mentors, which itself wasn't telling of their location given their shields, before asking the one question burning on his mind. Or started to ask, anyway. "So uhm… in a few days there's this ball coming up…" He bit on his lower lip, a habit he told himself he needed to stop, and occasionally met Gabriel's eyes. "…and, well, I'm usually not one for those social events… just not my thing, y'know? … but I'm thinking I might possibly kindof want to go… that is if you are… but, you know, don't feel as if you have to… because I wouldn't want

[grey_gabriel]

Dark eyes followed Peter with a light curiosity as he moved closer. He didn't exactly understand the motivation, but he didn't mind the closer proximity either. "Mm, I hope you aren't offended if I don't try to imitate that horrendous sound," Gabriel smiled and then pushed himself from his palms and pulled his legs underneath him, sitting straight. Wrapping the blade of grass around his finger a few times, he looked up over his brow when Peter imitated a bird call. "Are you into birds, as well?" If he was, Gabe would conclude that Peter was partial to anything that could by symbolic. And then to accompany then conclusion, Gabriel wondered if Peter read poetry too, and smirked to himself

[peter_willow]

"Really?!" Peter exclaimed with surprise; more than half of him had been certain Gabriel would say no, or worse. He was certainly taking a risk, and he wasn't even sure if Gabriel liked him as, at the very least, a friend or otherwise. So overwhelmed with relief-happiness-energy, or some other combination of emotions he couldn't decipher, he moved forward and kissed Gabriel.

It was innocent, much like everything else about Peter, and his mind soon caught up to the rest of him. He moved away, blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry… got a bit, uh, carried away for a moment." He quickly apologized.

[grey_gabriel]

Just as he had been about to nod, and say that, yes, he really would go to the ball with him, Peter was kissing him. Or he would've been, had Peter not moved away so quickly in his embarrassment. Their lips had barely touched for a second; it was hardly enough to be called a proper kiss. Still, Gabriel had been caught by surprise once more with his friend's boldness, even if the tiny kiss had been the result of the high of being accepted.

Studying Peter a moment when he pulled away, he shifted his weight so that he was sitting straight again. "Don't apologize," he said evenly, a hint of a smile on his lips. "I understand. But I'm a tad disappointed you moved away so quickly," he confided with a frown. "It was a very nice kiss, I hardly was able to enjoy it." And then Gabriel was leaning forward, touching his lips to Peter's this time. The kiss was light, but had enough presence to mean something. His bottom lip rested in the part of Peter's lips, allowing him to effectively caress the other's mouth with his own.

[peter_willow]

With confusion, Peter listened to Gabriel, unknowingly moving just a tad closer. He could feel his heart begin to race; his thoughts too became just as erratic. Randomly he thought of a rave. His brain would be the strobe lights and his heart the intense tempo of the pounding music.

And then they were kissing, again, if the first could be considered a kiss at all, and his mind seemed to completely cease thinking at all. He sighed heavily, a sound of pleasure that mixed with a whimper as he pressed more fully against Gabriel. He wasn't quite sure what to do with his hands, only knew he wanted to touch Gabriel, bring him closer. Uncertainty was ever prevalent. He second-guessed himself, never sure how to continue. His hands rested on Gabriel's shoulders, not quite pulling closer and certainly not pushing away

[grey_gabriel]

The gentle sound Peter made against his mouth urged Gabriel on, and a moment later he had his hands resting gently on Peter's waist, holding him comfortably against his body. Opposite Peter's fumbling uncertainty was Gabriel's complete relaxation. He was quite happy moving his mouth over Peter's, never bothering once to think of his hands once they were in place. It was a conscious decision, because he knew that if he didn't keep his hands firmly planted, they would be roaming, and then the rest of his body would take over, which would result in more than kissing. Any other day, such an occurence would've been just fine, but he could feel the other's discomfort despite the apparent pleasure (for he wasn't pushing away), and he had a feeling Peter was new to this