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Shanners · 02-01-2014, 02:58 AM

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Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower

As she leaned closer, Coul took a large breath in and exhaled, putting an arm around her shoulder as well. He liked her closer and didn't really think there was such a thing as too close for them. The boy shrugged and took a glance around the kitchen. It was empty now. But give it a half hour, closer to dinner time and the elves would probably be everywhere, swarming and working endlessly.

So maybe it wasn't a good place to call theirs.

"I get it. We like food. But not that much." 'Cause they didn't always like cooking. And that was okay. But it was a little weird that they were changing his spot now, he thought. A little too late, almost. Sigh.

He nodded. "Private's nice and so is the swing.." HIS swing. The one he BUILT.

Els stretched her fingers up and laced them with his, the ones from the arm around her shoulder, before closing her eyes and tilting her head enough to rest on their hands for just a moment. "I feel like I'm in a cocoon," she whispered, eyes opening and lingering on his. They were softer than usual, something which she didn't know if it was big headed of her to assume was down to herself. But, they were definitely softer than usual. She could look in them and not worry right now. Previously, she'd always been on eggshells for crying or shouting or nothing, but...no. Not today.

Today she just wanted to nuzzle at his face and tell him all the good things in her head.

"I like bacon and spaghetti most." That, of which, she knew he knew and it was definitely irrelevant to the conversation. But he could obviously buy her packets of spaghetti for Christmas and she wouldn't dare complain. Just helpful hints, boyf.

Leaning in just another touch, she kissed his cheek again. When her lips left, she left her nose against his cheek. "You did good, Bibs." She was infinitely proud of her new reading place.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by Wood'sLittleFlower As she leaned closer, Coul took a large breath in and exhaled, putting an arm around her shoulder as well. He liked her closer and didn't really think there was such a thing as too close for them. The boy shrugged and took a glance around the kitchen. It was empty now. But give it a half hour, closer to dinner time and the elves would probably be everywhere, swarming and working endlessly. So maybe it wasn't a good place to call theirs. *"I get it. We like food. But not that* much." 'Cause they didn't always like cooking. And that was okay. But it was a little weird that they were changing his spot now, he thought. A little too late, almost. Sigh. He nodded. "Private's nice and so is the swing.." HIS swing. The one he BUILT. Els stretched her fingers up and laced them with his, the ones from the arm around her shoulder, before closing her eyes and tilting her head enough to rest on their hands for just a moment. "I feel like I'm in a cocoon," she whispered, eyes opening and lingering on his. They were softer than usual, something which she didn't know if it was big headed of her to assume was down to herself. But, they were definitely softer than usual. She could look in them and not worry right now. Previously, she'd always been on eggshells for crying or shouting or nothing, but...no. Not today. Today she just wanted to nuzzle at his face and tell him all the good things in her head. "I like bacon and spaghetti most." That, of which, she knew he knew and it was definitely irrelevant to the conversation. But he could obviously buy her packets of spaghetti for Christmas and she wouldn't dare complain. Just helpful hints, boyf. Leaning in just another touch, she kissed his cheek again. When her lips left, she left her nose against his cheek. "You did good, Bibs."** She was infinitely proud of her new reading place. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________