( her fingers clutch at his shoulders, and he leans in, capturing her mouth, tasting that soft whisper of wine still on her lips. a hand brushes over the curve of her cheek, tracing over the delicate line of her jaw, before tangling in the soft strands of her hair.
he allows himself to savor this in a way he hadn't before, when they'd been pinned under the gaze of ianthe tridentarius. this is their moment, a brief escape from all constraints and expectations. )
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he allows himself to savor this in a way he hadn't before, when they'd been pinned under the gaze of ianthe tridentarius. this is their moment, a brief escape from all constraints and expectations. )