[ Vertin's hair draws Schneider's attention as they get ready for bed. It's beautiful of course, even more lovely down and free of that hat. Schneider reaches up to brush her fingers over it as they get under the covers]
Mmm...I must have some kind of luck. Your hair is still the loveliest colour...
[Focusing on things like this kept her mind from wandering too far]
(lovely, framing that boyishly handsome face of hers and likely making her look more like a prince in the way it does. she lays facing schneider and allowing her to mess with it as she pleases; perhaps even flustered a tinge again beneath the dim lights of her bedroom within the suitcase. there's the faint sounds of the rain within being gentle in the background and vertin's tired gray eyes are on schneider's red ones.
she did remember that from when they met, her words about her favorite color being like vertin's hair. even if this young timekeeper is quiet, eventually, she reaches forward after a moment of hesitation to rest a hand upon her cheek. to cup it gently from a small desire to provide what she can do to distract her from thinking about everything again. her hand is soft no matter there being telltale signs of physical activities on it in the form of callouses.)
You mentioned it was your favorite, yes?
(it helps keep her distracted too, from thinking about how close they are at the moment.)
[ Schneider leans into the touch, curling a lock of Vertin's hair around a finger. She exhales softly, her breath ghosting over Vertin's skin]
Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]
(soft, warm breath and her hand slowly caressing schneider's cheek. she lays in silence and stares for a moment in thought, she did make such things habit. memorizing details like what one would consider their favorite things; for vertin that was a part of her own preferences to express her gratitude toward those around her. those who are at her side and trying truly to show a girl like her that she isn't as alone as she thinks.
unfortunately it did little to stop said loneliness in another sense, her hand is gentle and her eyes for a brief moment flicker with something unknown in them. soft, fleeting, but there as those eyes which normally do not display much of anything give a small gift for this quiet they would not always have.)
I see....I thought I heard correctly. I don't always wear it down like this.
(she hasn't in quite some time. not since four years ago whenever vertin feels the tension in her fading further at schneider playing with her hair.)
(it did give a sort of air that clashes with her hat, refined yet not. although the more boyish looks from her hair being undone does suit vertin; how it can make her look more handsome while she lays there. she's quiet again and finds herself cracking a small smile no matter the briefness such a thing would have. actual smiles would always be rarer, rarer and more so were it to not carry in them a sort of melancholy no matter the way it makes her eyes near seem more alive. she can agree with schneider on that point, knowing that while her hand warm as ever caresses her cheek.
physical touch would always be how she grounds herself. during such particular moments it helped her to do it when her eyes gradually close. her cheeks slightly flushed at the sight of schneider leaning in, whatever her wish is for the moment vertin would not deny it. be it to bury more into her or something else as the memory is still there of that kiss in the rain.)
I'll memorize them all, whenever you do wish to tell me about it.
(her charm, seems to be out and about no matter the way her heart hammers in her chest. a sort of thoughtful behavior that differs from most in her earnestness; her mind transfixed and wondering if she should lean in too. because, any closer and....truth be told, schneider might feel not just the way vertin's heart pounds but how warm her breath is against her lips or otherwise.)
[Schneider laughs again, a soft exhalation of wonder. Then she traces her fingertips over Vertin's cheek, the curve of it and then lower, leaning in closer]
How lovely. You know exactly what a girl likes to hear, don't you?
[Her voice is soft and teasing, wondering if Vertin would take the initiative this time or not]
(vertin breathes in a bit sharply, fingertips along her cheek as the thought is there. warmth spreads to them and makes her face run hotter when finally, after a brief moment of thoughtful hesitation she starts to lean in closer. her heart is pounding, the sound of it ringing in her ears again from the way their quiet conversation shifts. flirtations, they come natural in response to schneider's presence and perhaps even words of her own.)
....perhaps. I do often get told it's a desirable trait for someone to desire to remember such details, particularly if it's someone they find themselves unable to look away from.
(no matter her flushed cheeks, she replies. her breath soft and warm when she notices how their lips are so very close. her hand hadn't stopped it's soft movements and strokes along schneider's own cheek. vertin is thoughtful, quiet, and even considering. should she? may she? she was never allowed many things in st. pavlov and it becomes more evident. no matter it all; they were all taken away from her with ease before her indecisiveness comes to an end from her heart desiring what it desires.
she comes forward, the initiative this time taken by this young lady who was often so quiet and closed off. her lips, her kiss, gentle though the under current of yearning is in it. longing, yearning, words she may never say exist in her beating heart which pounds harshly in her chest. a thrum of emotions vertin could never say she's felt. whatever it is, it longs deep and it yearns within her in this blessing/curse upon her.)
[ Schneider wasn't sure if Vertin would but she does and there's a strange sense of calm that washes over her in response. Her pulse quickens a little and she tilts her head just so their noses don't bump.
Schneider is used to people looking at her a certain way. She is also used to people taking the lead, thinking they could take advantage of a young woman who did not know how to take care of herself. Those kisses were always rougher, heated, angry. Schneider always made sure to pay back those presumptions tenfold.
It's different being kissed so gently, held so tenderly as if one small movement would shatter her. So she melts into the kiss, sliding her hand over Vertin's neck to keep her from moving back]
(for all her struggles, vertin is....far more softer than most would be in these moments. some things are difficult, uncharted territory which she is faced often with against a storm of her own when it comes to allowing others past the constant wall she keeps around her heart. around herself, even. kissing is something she never had done back then; not even until recently when her first had been whisked away by schneider under her umbrella. there is no anger, no roughness to it. heated might come in a different sense were it to be pushed there, but vertin would never be so foolish to presume things.
there were always comments on her looks, how handsome she is and occasionally women did flirt with her in her travels. however, she never spent the night with them either. she would speak and keep her distance which had eventually turned to a pointless struggle ever since their meeting. she breaks past vertin's carefully crafted lockbox around her heart and reaches out to it with her own similarities. her own feelings which resonated strongly within the timekeeper she couldn't help the way it swept her up along the waves.
she wouldn't dare pull away as one arm gradually wraps around schneider's waist; the other eventually moving to find a resting spot along her back on instinct. she lacks experience, but she melts all the same and follows what feels right in this moment. and that would be to kiss her, to melt in passion. they only had nothing but time to quiet away within the early hours of the evening be it talking or joined lips and more.
all vertin knows is that her heart would never stop pounding the way that it is now before her.)
[It's a soft, gentle kiss that would have driven Schneider to impatience normally. But the night is long and the morning will be longer. For once, there may very well be time. Her fingers curl against Vertin's hair, tightening briefly before she releases and pulls back, a sly little smile tugging at her lips]
Not bad.
[Her heart is fluttering, and for a little while, she thinks she can escape the yearning ache deep in her chest. She has lost everything that mattered. But maybe this gentle little warmth can remind her that not all hope is gone.
(in comparison, vertin is....patient, normally. she has to be in her day by day. her lips are clumsy, trying, but it is apparent that such things are newer for what is in her own right a little hellion. yes, there is nothing but time. for a change whenever her eyes start to open. they're close and vertin couldn't ask for anything more from this world which often tries to destroy her further. this is something that is real, tangible and comforting. it's enough. enough to know that she wasn't wrong in her belief that something exists in her heart.
"not bad", she hears. vertin feels that deep ache in her chest again, a bottomless feeling that takes hold of her. for the night and before then, she would always know it. she'd always like then start to wonder whether or not if her mind was lost to the lips of a woman like a fleeting dream. now twice.)
I would like to think that I am still learning, for it being the second time....
(tender words, the heat of her palm against the fabric of that shirt on schneider's back. are they something more tonight and nights to come, something that most would turn nose at for a human and the timekeeper to have such longing? vertin could not answer that question; she may not ever be able to in her young life so full of tumultuous trials and tribulations.
all that the timekeeper can say is....she wants her, this curse and this blessing to remain.)
[Schneider's lips curve up slowly, as she traces her fingertips against Vertin's lips]
Oh? Mmm, I certainly hope so. I don't know if I can always help myself, you know.
[She might push too quickly, as is her usual manner. Chase after what she wants, what she needs without looking back; mask her passion with calculating glib words, guard her heart fiercely while desperately reaching out for that warmth. Ah...but Vertin could see right through her, couldn't she? She had at a glance.]
(vertin finds she did not mind that part of schneider. her fingertips against her lips met with a soft kiss against them, her flushed cheeks betray her for a change about what she's feeling like earlier. it's hard not to be when vertin takes hold of schneider's hand to kiss the back of it first, along her fingers, her palm, slowly. the warmth in her given freely because she knows. vertin's always seen through her as their time together went onward.
as much as schneider has seen through her, her impassive expression and how she would keep others at arms length. not for her own sake, but for theirs. the timekeeper has lost, has felt, pain beyond what most would believe a child should ever feel and yet she carries on. all upon a quiet, lonely, and sorrowful path that most would be destroyed by. and yet....she's seen through with such ease, by someone who seems to understand that ache and the way vertin does not willingly let others so close.
her beating heart pounds and there's almost life in her, life which is met by schneider's touch and this warmth vertin spreads. a reward for that chase while she thinks quietly and....)
That's fine, I wouldn't want you to feel as if you must hold back.
(spoken after another kiss to her wrist, this is something new to her and yet vertin tries no matter how foreign it feels.)
[ Schneider chuckles softly, rubbing her thumb over Vertin's lip]
You are so bold, my lord. Even after so much time apart...
[ Schneider's breath hitches as Vertin's lips trail over her wrist and tilts Vertin's chin upwards. The warmth spreads through her, chasing away the chill of the storm that had reduced her to dust]
(bold or quiet, reckless or cautious, both were pieces of vertin that were there and not difficult to drag out for certain people. or in this case, schneider, who could bring out the more "lively" parts from vertin's personality. such as this part of her; bold in being affectionate as a means of not allowing that chance to think about that night. about their closeness for vertin though that went out the window on that kiss she gave schneider.
boldness is something she could embrace as tried and trued in how often vertin would put herself in harms way. the way schneider's breathing hitched didn't go unnoticed to vertin's lips treating her far more kindly than what they've both received in points of their lives. vertin's own had only been varied until recent days where things were different no matter her keeping others away. out of need, necessity. her heart and her warmth are not something she gives with ease as it's held out with care to schneider's own hands.
insistence, yes. vertin did insist knowing greed runs deep within them; she knows that's not something she can take back. vertin only finds herself eye to eye by the chin with schneider, the memory of that night fading from vertin's young mind for now. she'll still have the nightmares and there's no changing that, but vertin would take whatever she can get on that matter.
her head tilts so their noses don't bump, the kiss in it's depth catches her off guard enough for vertin's lips to part slightly. reciprocation didn't take long before those clumsy lips of hers did let loose passion while vertin melts. eyes closing and mind for now letting go again as vertin had done earlier.)
[Schneider takes that moment to deepen the kiss further, licking her way into Vertin's mouth with slow, teasing strokes of her tongue. The kiss warms her up, awakens her with heat spreading through every part of her body.
She's insistent. Greedy. She'll swallow Vertin up, take everything Vertin had to offer and give everything she had in turn. That was Schneider through and through. The often neglected youngest daughter no one looked out for, but gave her life to the those she loved in turn. Who would have thought Schneider's passion for people was often so unmatched?
Except now, with Vertin. Never before had she felt this anchored, and it's a strange feeling that pulses through her, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions she couldn't name. Did not want to name.
Instead, she'll chase all of that away by tugging in question at Vertin's shirt, a silent request that could be easily denied if Vertin didn't want it]
ur fine btw, sucks its been eating things lately x.x
(vertin almost wonders if she's in a trance, a daze, with how easy this comes. following what feels right, her tongues strokes is clumsy in response to schneider's own though vertin would get used to it. eventually. tonight is not that time for her and that's no problem knowing how starved they both seem.
schneider's insistence is met with vertin offering much more. her lips, her kindness, her warmth, everything. nobody would have expected such things from vertin no matter that kindness and the way she'd give affection to others freely. because they did not bother to look past that, not even to breach within vertin who refused to let others in. much less get that far. pain was something that existed in memories that vertin would always replay about her mind.
yet vertin could have never felt so at ease with just anyone else doing that, the thrum of unknown emotions. the warmth which overflows within her that vertin was unable to say what it might be. she has a vague idea, but vertin wouldn't label it for a desire to not lose this feeling next. what might be the first time she's felt something and longed so utterly hopeless for another.
her hands are shaky, there are vague thoughts and worries about vertin's back being exposed. vertin finds it easier to take that request; to remember it's schneider who had been there when arcana pointed out so gleefully that vertin's back was carved into almost ritualistic. the moon, the lines, the eye, and everything taking up the entirety of it when vertin's reaching to unbutton her shirt.
if nobody else ever again saw it, vertin would not mind. if schneider kept seeing it then....that was fine too.)
[From here, it is not something Schneider can see. But she slides her hand up over Vertin's bare stomach as Vertin unbuttons her shirt. Slow. Not slow at all. She's showing a remarkable amount of restraint; she's used to dalliances with older women who enjoy having a young woman in their bed. They didn't have affection in their hearts for and nor she them. This was different.
Vertin was someone to be treasured and she wanted every touch, every moment to reflect that.]
(vertin only pauses when her shirt is completely undone, the body exposed beneath it though not entirely is androgynous but still feminine. nothing noticeable in it's entirety while she breathes out slowly to schneider's hand slipping the rest of this button up she wore open. for someone her build there's muscle to her; nothing that her clothes would bring out. vertin doesn't have toned abs and the like, but it's evident that she takes better care of herself than most might among arcanists.
physically, anyway in maintaining what she thought best for herself. something such as learning better ways to fight without arcanum. her back, the scars there, feels the cool breeze from the environment of vertin's suitcase against it with what part had been exposed while she thinks this over. is she nervous? yes, vertin can admit it. this is....something new. a first, another first that hadn't been taken. something that she's giving and it's something precious.)
Yes, although it's because I'm not used to this, I haven't done this before and....
(vertin is....a little hellion, rebellious and mischievous when someone brings it out of her. things that often went unseen though it does nothing to change that she did want to carry on. with schneider. giving her this part of herself next even if vertin had the feeling schneider was showing restraint. restraint that she's thankful for from her. perhaps vertin knows and can see it without words when she reaches next to cup schneider's cheek again softly.
she wouldn't hate her if schneider found herself overcome by raw passion and desire, hunger for the one she wants most throughout the night. because, to vertin, she feels the same way even if she is shy in such a moment with the way her cheeks flush. nervous, but wanting.)
....even with that I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me.
(not like this, not with tender care and slowness. something meant to treasure her, vertin would do the same when given chance. like worshipping one another's bodies as they try not to rush, try not to give in to the greater need of wanting each other.)
[Schneider cocks her head to the side, her smile growing. She pushes Vertin back against the bed, straddling her as her borrowed shirt slides up her thighs]
Oh. Good. Because I'm very bad at sharing you know.
[She leans down to nuzzle at Vertin's neck, cupping her breast just so. Desire throbs in her, but Schneider is patient. They can take their time, indulge in the moment so it could extend well beyond the late hours of the night. This was sacred in its own way. She thinks she could spend her time endlessly pouring over Vertin's body, and map out her scars and the planes of her body, both feminine and androgynous all at once.
In comparison, Schneider is thinner, more petite. But still unmistakably feminine and she had always known what her strengths were once she had become old enough]
(somehow, it didn't surprise vertin to learn that. that schneider doesn't share, not in this way and how they're both stepping further. further past a line that they had crossed not long ago. the memory fresh as vertin lays beneath schneider from that push back, her cheeks flushed pink again upon being straddled. the softness of vertin's expression is a change to her usual; how she could often look as though her life is comprised of tragedy and sorrow only to have that comfort to let down those burdens.
if only for a little while to warm breath against her neck, her chin nuzzling into schneider's head while beneath her. it didn't take long for vertin to near sharply exhale. though this was new, she did reach eventually to unbutton the shirt she had given her. vertin's hands weren't as shaky as earlier but....she could agree with that. that something about this is considerably sacred for the two of them. that time spent no matter their thirst, their desire, would be spent in passion that simmers.
if tonight becomes longer than most vertin's ever experienced, then it shall be in her arms. her body surrendered and a silent whisper from it to schneider with a plea; to make her into hers no matter what may or may not be brought upon them from the future. no matter what happens whenever vertin slowly, surely, reaches to remove that shirt from her.
to memorize herself, every part of her as they lay together. every scar, every soft part of vertin's body would be something for schneider's own hands just as vertin would touch her tenderly in kind.
that's a promise no matter her not speaking it aloud.)
[Schneider shrugs off her shirt again, with a soft little sigh. How odd is it to be treated so gently, so lovingly. She leans down to capture Vertin's lips into a kiss again, hands tracing over Vertin's back reverently. It's difficult, to move so gently, with affection and care and receive it in turn.
Life had never been easy, and intimacy with others had never been in question. Only the most primal of impulses had been followed in the past but with Vertin...
Well, as gently as Vertin had held her in her last moments, she wanted to do the same. Take this love and cradle it close without chasing it away]
(the softness of schneider's skin is something else vertin memorizes, her hands tender as ever whilst resting along schneider's hips for the time being. this is new. nothing that vertin had done before and there was little freedom's she had from her lot in life, normally that is, due to expectations and the weight placed upon her young shoulders.
similarly, life was not easy and what pleasures vertin had was by being sneaky for someone as young as her. there was no intimacy or more primal impulses, but perhaps something rebellious with sneaking liqueur and other smaller things that would have certainly gotten in trouble over. the thoughts cut off with ease to schneider's lips against hers again.
the tension in her back eases to schneider's fingers roaming along scars, along what soft patches of skin existed. there was plenty of those twisted spots in the former's case; carved almost ritualistically into her. like something or someone intended to mark her for some manner of desires they had for poor young vertin. vertin who may not ever have the answers with the softest of sounds made into their kiss at the way they almost seem sensitive to the touch of her.
it's like torture, but something she wants to cradle and care for. something she never would let go of.)
[Tenderness is still foreign to Schneider. But she learns through touch and experience and thinks she can learn to like this too. She sighs softly as Vertin's hands trail over her skin and she moves closer, nuzzling at Vertin's throat with a few kisses here and there. There's a scar on the left side of her chest - a bullet wound. But that was a reminder she was now alive and breathing.]
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Mmm...I must have some kind of luck. Your hair is still the loveliest colour...
[Focusing on things like this kept her mind from wandering too far]
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she did remember that from when they met, her words about her favorite color being like vertin's hair. even if this young timekeeper is quiet, eventually, she reaches forward after a moment of hesitation to rest a hand upon her cheek. to cup it gently from a small desire to provide what she can do to distract her from thinking about everything again. her hand is soft no matter there being telltale signs of physical activities on it in the form of callouses.)
You mentioned it was your favorite, yes?
(it helps keep her distracted too, from thinking about how close they are at the moment.)
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Yes. You remembered right. Doves are my favourite. And your hair reminds me of them.
[ She murmurs, a smile curving at her lips. A distraction, but Schneider would pretend it's not one at all. After all, why would someone like her need one?]
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unfortunately it did little to stop said loneliness in another sense, her hand is gentle and her eyes for a brief moment flicker with something unknown in them. soft, fleeting, but there as those eyes which normally do not display much of anything give a small gift for this quiet they would not always have.)
I see....I thought I heard correctly. I don't always wear it down like this.
(she hasn't in quite some time. not since four years ago whenever vertin feels the tension in her fading further at schneider playing with her hair.)
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[ Schneider hums in understanding, twirling a silky strand around her finger gently before letting go]
A shame. But it would not suit your hat.
[ Not quite as dapper. Schneider sighs softly, leaning in as her eyes close]
I can tell you about my favourite birds later.
[ a small offering , a willingness to unfurl and open up]
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physical touch would always be how she grounds herself. during such particular moments it helped her to do it when her eyes gradually close. her cheeks slightly flushed at the sight of schneider leaning in, whatever her wish is for the moment vertin would not deny it. be it to bury more into her or something else as the memory is still there of that kiss in the rain.)
I'll memorize them all, whenever you do wish to tell me about it.
(her charm, seems to be out and about no matter the way her heart hammers in her chest. a sort of thoughtful behavior that differs from most in her earnestness; her mind transfixed and wondering if she should lean in too. because, any closer and....truth be told, schneider might feel not just the way vertin's heart pounds but how warm her breath is against her lips or otherwise.)
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How lovely. You know exactly what a girl likes to hear, don't you?
[Her voice is soft and teasing, wondering if Vertin would take the initiative this time or not]
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....perhaps. I do often get told it's a desirable trait for someone to desire to remember such details, particularly if it's someone they find themselves unable to look away from.
(no matter her flushed cheeks, she replies. her breath soft and warm when she notices how their lips are so very close. her hand hadn't stopped it's soft movements and strokes along schneider's own cheek. vertin is thoughtful, quiet, and even considering. should she? may she? she was never allowed many things in st. pavlov and it becomes more evident. no matter it all; they were all taken away from her with ease before her indecisiveness comes to an end from her heart desiring what it desires.
she comes forward, the initiative this time taken by this young lady who was often so quiet and closed off. her lips, her kiss, gentle though the under current of yearning is in it. longing, yearning, words she may never say exist in her beating heart which pounds harshly in her chest. a thrum of emotions vertin could never say she's felt. whatever it is, it longs deep and it yearns within her in this blessing/curse upon her.)
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Schneider is used to people looking at her a certain way. She is also used to people taking the lead, thinking they could take advantage of a young woman who did not know how to take care of herself. Those kisses were always rougher, heated, angry. Schneider always made sure to pay back those presumptions tenfold.
It's different being kissed so gently, held so tenderly as if one small movement would shatter her. So she melts into the kiss, sliding her hand over Vertin's neck to keep her from moving back]
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there were always comments on her looks, how handsome she is and occasionally women did flirt with her in her travels. however, she never spent the night with them either. she would speak and keep her distance which had eventually turned to a pointless struggle ever since their meeting. she breaks past vertin's carefully crafted lockbox around her heart and reaches out to it with her own similarities. her own feelings which resonated strongly within the timekeeper she couldn't help the way it swept her up along the waves.
she wouldn't dare pull away as one arm gradually wraps around schneider's waist; the other eventually moving to find a resting spot along her back on instinct. she lacks experience, but she melts all the same and follows what feels right in this moment. and that would be to kiss her, to melt in passion. they only had nothing but time to quiet away within the early hours of the evening be it talking or joined lips and more.
all vertin knows is that her heart would never stop pounding the way that it is now before her.)
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Not bad.
[Her heart is fluttering, and for a little while, she thinks she can escape the yearning ache deep in her chest. She has lost everything that mattered. But maybe this gentle little warmth can remind her that not all hope is gone.
Not yet]
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"not bad", she hears. vertin feels that deep ache in her chest again, a bottomless feeling that takes hold of her. for the night and before then, she would always know it. she'd always like then start to wonder whether or not if her mind was lost to the lips of a woman like a fleeting dream. now twice.)
I would like to think that I am still learning, for it being the second time....
(tender words, the heat of her palm against the fabric of that shirt on schneider's back. are they something more tonight and nights to come, something that most would turn nose at for a human and the timekeeper to have such longing? vertin could not answer that question; she may not ever be able to in her young life so full of tumultuous trials and tribulations.
all that the timekeeper can say is....she wants her, this curse and this blessing to remain.)
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Oh? Mmm, I certainly hope so. I don't know if I can always help myself, you know.
[She might push too quickly, as is her usual manner. Chase after what she wants, what she needs without looking back; mask her passion with calculating glib words, guard her heart fiercely while desperately reaching out for that warmth. Ah...but Vertin could see right through her, couldn't she? She had at a glance.]
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as much as schneider has seen through her, her impassive expression and how she would keep others at arms length. not for her own sake, but for theirs. the timekeeper has lost, has felt, pain beyond what most would believe a child should ever feel and yet she carries on. all upon a quiet, lonely, and sorrowful path that most would be destroyed by. and yet....she's seen through with such ease, by someone who seems to understand that ache and the way vertin does not willingly let others so close.
her beating heart pounds and there's almost life in her, life which is met by schneider's touch and this warmth vertin spreads. a reward for that chase while she thinks quietly and....)
That's fine, I wouldn't want you to feel as if you must hold back.
(spoken after another kiss to her wrist, this is something new to her and yet vertin tries no matter how foreign it feels.)
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You are so bold, my lord. Even after so much time apart...
[ Schneider's breath hitches as Vertin's lips trail over her wrist and tilts Vertin's chin upwards. The warmth spreads through her, chasing away the chill of the storm that had reduced her to dust]
Then, if you insist.
[The next kiss is deeper, more insistent ]
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boldness is something she could embrace as tried and trued in how often vertin would put herself in harms way. the way schneider's breathing hitched didn't go unnoticed to vertin's lips treating her far more kindly than what they've both received in points of their lives. vertin's own had only been varied until recent days where things were different no matter her keeping others away. out of need, necessity. her heart and her warmth are not something she gives with ease as it's held out with care to schneider's own hands.
insistence, yes. vertin did insist knowing greed runs deep within them; she knows that's not something she can take back. vertin only finds herself eye to eye by the chin with schneider, the memory of that night fading from vertin's young mind for now. she'll still have the nightmares and there's no changing that, but vertin would take whatever she can get on that matter.
her head tilts so their noses don't bump, the kiss in it's depth catches her off guard enough for vertin's lips to part slightly. reciprocation didn't take long before those clumsy lips of hers did let loose passion while vertin melts. eyes closing and mind for now letting go again as vertin had done earlier.)
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She's insistent. Greedy. She'll swallow Vertin up, take everything Vertin had to offer and give everything she had in turn. That was Schneider through and through. The often neglected youngest daughter no one looked out for, but gave her life to the those she loved in turn. Who would have thought Schneider's passion for people was often so unmatched?
Except now, with Vertin. Never before had she felt this anchored, and it's a strange feeling that pulses through her, her heart fluttering with a mixture of emotions she couldn't name. Did not want to name.
Instead, she'll chase all of that away by tugging in question at Vertin's shirt, a silent request that could be easily denied if Vertin didn't want it]
ur fine btw, sucks its been eating things lately x.x
schneider's insistence is met with vertin offering much more. her lips, her kindness, her warmth, everything. nobody would have expected such things from vertin no matter that kindness and the way she'd give affection to others freely. because they did not bother to look past that, not even to breach within vertin who refused to let others in. much less get that far. pain was something that existed in memories that vertin would always replay about her mind.
yet vertin could have never felt so at ease with just anyone else doing that, the thrum of unknown emotions. the warmth which overflows within her that vertin was unable to say what it might be. she has a vague idea, but vertin wouldn't label it for a desire to not lose this feeling next. what might be the first time she's felt something and longed so utterly hopeless for another.
her hands are shaky, there are vague thoughts and worries about vertin's back being exposed. vertin finds it easier to take that request; to remember it's schneider who had been there when arcana pointed out so gleefully that vertin's back was carved into almost ritualistic. the moon, the lines, the eye, and everything taking up the entirety of it when vertin's reaching to unbutton her shirt.
if nobody else ever again saw it, vertin would not mind. if schneider kept seeing it then....that was fine too.)
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[From here, it is not something Schneider can see. But she slides her hand up over Vertin's bare stomach as Vertin unbuttons her shirt. Slow. Not slow at all. She's showing a remarkable amount of restraint; she's used to dalliances with older women who enjoy having a young woman in their bed. They didn't have affection in their hearts for and nor she them. This was different.
Vertin was someone to be treasured and she wanted every touch, every moment to reflect that.]
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physically, anyway in maintaining what she thought best for herself. something such as learning better ways to fight without arcanum. her back, the scars there, feels the cool breeze from the environment of vertin's suitcase against it with what part had been exposed while she thinks this over. is she nervous? yes, vertin can admit it. this is....something new. a first, another first that hadn't been taken. something that she's giving and it's something precious.)
Yes, although it's because I'm not used to this, I haven't done this before and....
(vertin is....a little hellion, rebellious and mischievous when someone brings it out of her. things that often went unseen though it does nothing to change that she did want to carry on. with schneider. giving her this part of herself next even if vertin had the feeling schneider was showing restraint. restraint that she's thankful for from her. perhaps vertin knows and can see it without words when she reaches next to cup schneider's cheek again softly.
she wouldn't hate her if schneider found herself overcome by raw passion and desire, hunger for the one she wants most throughout the night. because, to vertin, she feels the same way even if she is shy in such a moment with the way her cheeks flush. nervous, but wanting.)
....even with that I wouldn't want anyone else to touch me.
(not like this, not with tender care and slowness. something meant to treasure her, vertin would do the same when given chance. like worshipping one another's bodies as they try not to rush, try not to give in to the greater need of wanting each other.)
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Oh. Good. Because I'm very bad at sharing you know.
[She leans down to nuzzle at Vertin's neck, cupping her breast just so. Desire throbs in her, but Schneider is patient. They can take their time, indulge in the moment so it could extend well beyond the late hours of the night. This was sacred in its own way. She thinks she could spend her time endlessly pouring over Vertin's body, and map out her scars and the planes of her body, both feminine and androgynous all at once.
In comparison, Schneider is thinner, more petite. But still unmistakably feminine and she had always known what her strengths were once she had become old enough]
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if only for a little while to warm breath against her neck, her chin nuzzling into schneider's head while beneath her. it didn't take long for vertin to near sharply exhale. though this was new, she did reach eventually to unbutton the shirt she had given her. vertin's hands weren't as shaky as earlier but....she could agree with that. that something about this is considerably sacred for the two of them. that time spent no matter their thirst, their desire, would be spent in passion that simmers.
if tonight becomes longer than most vertin's ever experienced, then it shall be in her arms. her body surrendered and a silent whisper from it to schneider with a plea; to make her into hers no matter what may or may not be brought upon them from the future. no matter what happens whenever vertin slowly, surely, reaches to remove that shirt from her.
to memorize herself, every part of her as they lay together. every scar, every soft part of vertin's body would be something for schneider's own hands just as vertin would touch her tenderly in kind.
that's a promise no matter her not speaking it aloud.)
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Life had never been easy, and intimacy with others had never been in question. Only the most primal of impulses had been followed in the past but with Vertin...
Well, as gently as Vertin had held her in her last moments, she wanted to do the same. Take this love and cradle it close without chasing it away]
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similarly, life was not easy and what pleasures vertin had was by being sneaky for someone as young as her. there was no intimacy or more primal impulses, but perhaps something rebellious with sneaking liqueur and other smaller things that would have certainly gotten in trouble over. the thoughts cut off with ease to schneider's lips against hers again.
the tension in her back eases to schneider's fingers roaming along scars, along what soft patches of skin existed. there was plenty of those twisted spots in the former's case; carved almost ritualistically into her. like something or someone intended to mark her for some manner of desires they had for poor young vertin. vertin who may not ever have the answers with the softest of sounds made into their kiss at the way they almost seem sensitive to the touch of her.
it's like torture, but something she wants to cradle and care for. something she never would let go of.)
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