Battle Scars [open to anyone who has the means to get there] [THNMY]

[vicioussweetie]

Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?Ali stood at the railing, the cold night air long before having prickled lengths of exposed skin and set her breath to a cloud. The music from the party drifted up from below, masking the other voices until the conversations were nothing more than a pleasant

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[pax_libraria]

A short while after Ingrid left her, someone else joined Ali on the balcony. He didn't say anything at first, simply moving up beside her to look out at the land, a companionable warmth beside her. A companionable warmth bearing steaming mugs, no less. Offering her one of the mugs, he speaks at last: "Nice night."

[vicioussweetie]

Ali leaned instinctively towards that warmth when he arrived, but remained quiet until after he spoke. "Yes, it's lovely."

Taking her mug, she lifts it to her lips, enjoying the warm steam against her skin before sipping. "Have you come to fetch me in?"

[pax_libraria]

"I thought you might be getting lonely," he admits, slipping an arm around her waist and taking a sip of his own hot chocolate. "But now I see, perhaps you were keeping this view for yourself." There's an unmistakable smile in his voice.

[vicioussweetie]

"Mm, yes, that's exactly it." Her smile isn't exactly hiding either. "You've caught me. Oh dear oh dear."

[pax_libraria]

When the party is quite over, and the last guest has been seen to the door, Raphael once again slips an arm around Ali's waist, subtly steering her toward cozy seclusion. Admittedly, he may have something in mind other than she'd wish, but he hopes she'll forgive him the trespass. "That went fairly well, don't you think?"

[vicioussweetie]

Ali is willingly steered. One might even say she's obedient, this once. "Oh yes, it went well enough. Thank you for staying through it."

Well, somewhat obedient. She's not in a talking mood. She's in a kissing mood.

[pax_libraria]

Mmm, kisses. Kisses are a good thing. They're so nice and soft and warm and--focus, Raphael, you've got to focus here. This is important. Think with the head that reads for a while.

Reluctantly, he breaks the kiss, drawing back far enough to look into Ali's eyes. "So... you were out on the balcony tonight?"

[vicioussweetie]

Kisses are good and nice and soft warm and determined. She tries to claim another before answering. "Yes."

And then she's intent on kissing again, nice and soft and warm, like so much of her.