[closed : // this life is a farce : i can't breathe through this mask]
Who: Lust sonvisage and Lupin lumenrelegandus
When: Backdated to the night of the auction.
Where: Several places, including a gazebo.
Format: Action!
What: Lupin may have won a boy? Lust's trolling backfired. There is butthurt. And then kissing. So, yeah.
Warnings: Angst. Possibly Probably smut.
[She's beside him, suddenly - possibly more sudden than she'd intended (she hadn't meant to startle him, after all) - and her fingers are curling gently in the crook of his elbow. This is followed by a small sigh (of defeat? displeasure?) and one last look toward the stage. At Riza. Who is still not meeting her eyes. Hmph.]
Well. Now that that's over...
[Headtilt as she remembers something. Leans in, rests her chin on his shoulder and asks:]
...
Did you win a boy?
When: Backdated to the night of the auction.
Where: Several places, including a gazebo.
Format: Action!
What: Lupin may have won a boy? Lust's trolling backfired. There is butthurt. And then kissing. So, yeah.
Warnings: Angst. Possibly Probably smut.
[She's beside him, suddenly - possibly more sudden than she'd intended (she hadn't meant to startle him, after all) - and her fingers are curling gently in the crook of his elbow. This is followed by a small sigh (of defeat? displeasure?) and one last look toward the stage. At Riza. Who is still not meeting her eyes. Hmph.]
Well. Now that that's over...
[Headtilt as she remembers something. Leans in, rests her chin on his shoulder and asks:]
...
Did you win a boy?