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[whose_son_am_i]

Gifts are many faceted things, as fucked up as that might be.

[There's a laugh with her continued words though, and a smile. Bringing their joined hands up once more for him to kiss her fingers.]

Well, I'm glad I don't have to dodge a jealous suitor. What would you want from me though?

[wildwarden]

I suppose.

( She cocked her head quizzically. )

Really depends on what you're willing to give. I'm never opposed to a tryst... or several.

[whose_son_am_i]

I'd enjoy that, whether you gave me a gift or not. I do recall saying I prefer privacy.

[With a soft chuckle, inviting her closer if she wanted.]

Seems like we both get something out of if though. Which I don't mind at all.

[wildwarden]

( She would indeed ease closer, leaning into him with a soft chuckle of her own. )

I have a room inside, too, don't worry.

Wrap with a fade to black soon?

[whose_son_am_i]

Would you rather we move? Out here is quite nice too. Suits you, in several ways.

[She is very much allowed closer and to lean. He's just gonna encourage their joined hands up, and hers around his neck.]

Sounds good

[wildwarden]

Oh, I don't mind staying here. ( She looped her arms around his neck as silently instructed, leaning up to kiss the tip of his nose. ) I just figured if you wanted more privacy is all...

Fade us out maybe?

[whose_son_am_i]

The garden isn't nearly as populated or as public as the one the other night.

[It also likely wasn't enchanted, which had been the other reason he was wary at the ball. His eyes closed in a slow blink at the kiss, smiling before tilting his head up. To catch her lips in a kiss of his own before she could pull too far away.]

👍done

[wildwarden]

( With nothing more to say and his lips on hers, Night Sky returned his kiss eagerly. She gave an insistent tug to urge him down as she lowered to the ground, a hand freed for only as long as it took to shift the drooping branches of the willow tree like a curtain around them; casting them into shadow only dimly lit by what sun could peek through the leaves, and assuring no one would see them whilst they did their horizontal dance. )