[ he wants nothing more than to draw her close and kiss her, but viago has learned from experience that he needs to ease back into his more physical affairs with teia. it's hard to resist, though, hence the kiss to the top of her head. the tiniest bit of affection until they have all evening with one another.
said kiss turns into a slight frown, at the news it was supposed to be for a contract. it's foolish to be... irritable over the idea; teia has a job to do, and viago has never once held it against her, how she gets the job done. but the thought of someone else's hands exploring her causes his stomach to churn, and the news that teia had not brought it along on said contract causes his frown to turn into a slight smile, huffing a soft laugh into her curls at her ridiculous question. ]
Do I like it. [ he repeats in a murmur, letting his arm drop just enough to let his gloved fingers ghost over her barred arm to touch the fabric along her side. he can't feel it, of course, but there was time for that. on the ride home, he thinks. he won't need the gloves past dinner. probably. ] Hmm...
[ confident that the driver has more important things the focus on (like the road), viago dips his head enough to press a kiss to her temple, then her ear - tiny lapses in control that end with a smile pressed against her cheek. ]
I do. [ he decides, ending his tiny affections with a soft kiss against her cheek, letting his arm drop a bit more fully around her shoulders, careful not to disturb her hair too much -- she had worked so hard on it, after all. ] You could be the Queen of Antiva, in such a gown.
[ she could, an annoying little voice says in the back of his mind. he ignores it. instead, viago adds: ]
I am a little concerned you are going to be freezing, though, by the end of the evening.
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Date: 2025-01-12 10:10 pm (UTC)said kiss turns into a slight frown, at the news it was supposed to be for a contract. it's foolish to be... irritable over the idea; teia has a job to do, and viago has never once held it against her, how she gets the job done. but the thought of someone else's hands exploring her causes his stomach to churn, and the news that teia had not brought it along on said contract causes his frown to turn into a slight smile, huffing a soft laugh into her curls at her ridiculous question. ]
Do I like it. [ he repeats in a murmur, letting his arm drop just enough to let his gloved fingers ghost over her barred arm to touch the fabric along her side. he can't feel it, of course, but there was time for that. on the ride home, he thinks. he won't need the gloves past dinner. probably. ] Hmm...
[ confident that the driver has more important things the focus on (like the road), viago dips his head enough to press a kiss to her temple, then her ear - tiny lapses in control that end with a smile pressed against her cheek. ]
I do. [ he decides, ending his tiny affections with a soft kiss against her cheek, letting his arm drop a bit more fully around her shoulders, careful not to disturb her hair too much -- she had worked so hard on it, after all. ] You could be the Queen of Antiva, in such a gown.
[ she could, an annoying little voice says in the back of his mind. he ignores it. instead, viago adds: ]
I am a little concerned you are going to be freezing, though, by the end of the evening.
[ it does not cover much, ok. ]