[ she tilts her head back with a laugh as he kisses her neck. if only, she wants to say, in regards to his gloves. he sometimes still wears them for the image, but never around her -- unless it was a spectacularly bad day, which has thankfully not happened in quite some time. a hand shifts to his hair, running her fingers through it with sheer affection as he smiles against her throat. ]
Mm, I know. [ that he adores her. he shows it, in his own way, every day. she tilts her head enough to press a kiss to his temple, comfortable with their current entanglement. her lips curve into a wider smile; she can feel his wandering hands, if only just. it's still all surface-level -- touching just to touch, which she's perfectly fine with. whether it progresses or not, inej is all but liquid underneath his touch, relaxing into the warm nest of blankets with a comfortable sigh. ] You must, to leave your precious Ketterdam.
[ it's a jest, really; she knows this place is (obviously) of great importance to kaz. but getting kaz to leave ketterdam (his city and his home, now) often requires quite a bit of convincing. not because he's loathe to leave, but . . . well, fine, he was a bit loathe to leave. you wouldn't know it, by how relaxed he was now. ]
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Mm, I know. [ that he adores her. he shows it, in his own way, every day. she tilts her head enough to press a kiss to his temple, comfortable with their current entanglement. her lips curve into a wider smile; she can feel his wandering hands, if only just. it's still all surface-level -- touching just to touch, which she's perfectly fine with. whether it progresses or not, inej is all but liquid underneath his touch, relaxing into the warm nest of blankets with a comfortable sigh. ] You must, to leave your precious Ketterdam.
[ it's a jest, really; she knows this place is (obviously) of great importance to kaz. but getting kaz to leave ketterdam (his city and his home, now) often requires quite a bit of convincing. not because he's loathe to leave, but . . . well, fine, he was a bit loathe to leave. you wouldn't know it, by how relaxed he was now. ]