[ she angles her head, sympathetic ] As it happens, the game this is reprising was my own first game here as well. I am glad that you, too, are fortunate enough to have a gentler introduction to this place, where you need not do any more than what makes you comfortable.
[ she offers a hand, palm up—the gesture elegant, but with a chivalrous sort of flair ] To what degree do you intend to participate? I would be glad to offer a kiss, if you wish it.
I am not worried. [ about her ability to be gentle? about whether she's gentle at all? either way— ]
Here— [ stepping close enough to rest a hand on her shoulder ] As long as you're ready.
[ another smile—softer—and she releases Nova's hand to instead place a hand at her cheek: a suggestion of bringing their faces closer together, though she waits to give her a chance to react at her own pace ]
[She nods, closing her eyes once her hand touches her cheek. It's pleasant, being touched like this and allowed to go at her own pace. Nova doesn't know whether to lean in first or let the other girl initiate. Having her own hands free means she can touch her as well.
First her hands drop to her sides. When she becomes braver, she reaches for her back. Leaning in, she finally presses her lips to Amaranth's.]
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Nova
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[ she angles her head, sympathetic ]
As it happens, the game this is reprising was my own first game here as well.
I am glad that you, too, are fortunate enough to have a gentler introduction to this place, where you need not do any more than what makes you comfortable.
[ she offers a hand, palm up—the gesture elegant, but with a chivalrous sort of flair ]
To what degree do you intend to participate? I would be glad to offer a kiss, if you wish it.
no subject
[At the offer, the other girl's hand raised before her, Nova can't help but blush a little.]
A kiss would be fine.
[It's for the sake of her team! If she backs out now, what about later when it really matters? She doesn't want to think about it.
Nova places her hand in the other girl's, her eyes drawn to them for a moment before looking her in the eye.]
I promise to be gentle.
[She gives a sheepish smile as she attempts humor. She's the one who's probably overflowing with nervous energy, after all.]
no subject
I am not worried.
[ about her ability to be gentle? about whether she's gentle at all? either way— ]
Here— [ stepping close enough to rest a hand on her shoulder ]
As long as you're ready.
[ another smile—softer—and she releases Nova's hand to instead place a hand at her cheek: a suggestion of bringing their faces closer together, though she waits to give her a chance to react at her own pace ]
no subject
First her hands drop to her sides. When she becomes braver, she reaches for her back. Leaning in, she finally presses her lips to Amaranth's.]