15.May.20, 05:59 PM
A’tay smiled and even laughed—as quietly as he could—while they danced, finding he was having a lot more fun than he thought he would. He had only swayed them a little as an extension of what he had taken as Madiquel teasing about their seemingly endless dancing at the Gather but both girl and dragon seemed to think it a marvellous idea to dance in the Lower Bowl after what had to be her curfew.
It was nice to forget all the worries surrounding them the last few months and just have a bit of fun with a friend. A friend that was kissing his cheek. A’tay blinked, unsure of when they decided the dance was over and why he earned the kiss. He knew it was just Madiquel’s usual friendly kiss and nothing more but in his mind… he was so pathetic! He wished she remembered the thimble he gave her and the meaning of it and wished he had the courage to give her a proper kiss on the lips. It was the right moment, he could feel that it was, especially when a finger was lightly caressing his cheek.
A’tay stopped breathing and he wasn’t sure if his heart was still pounding—It is. There would be a lot more screeching if it wasn’t—All he had to do was dip his head down and brush his lips against Madiquel’s. He knew what to do, mostly, and knew his siblings—except Wynera, she was young and as pure as Madiquel—and all of his friends would have taken the opportunity and not been as scared as he was.
But he was scared. He just couldn’t risk her hating him for being so bold. Besides, she was clearly far more interested in the fact that he needed to shave and suddenly A’tay was embarrassed to have her see him so scruffy as she tilted his head this way and that, examining the light growth of the day. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone until breakfast and I normally shave in the morning,” A’tay quickly apologised, mostly because his brain couldn’t process the encounter any longer. He had Madiquel back in his arms and she had her cheek against his and he really didn’t know if that meant she was silently saying she was okay with it and liked it or if she was still trying to convince herself that it wasn’t horrible—even though it admittedly was. It was only a day’s growth and probably a tad on the patchy side.
It was nice to forget all the worries surrounding them the last few months and just have a bit of fun with a friend. A friend that was kissing his cheek. A’tay blinked, unsure of when they decided the dance was over and why he earned the kiss. He knew it was just Madiquel’s usual friendly kiss and nothing more but in his mind… he was so pathetic! He wished she remembered the thimble he gave her and the meaning of it and wished he had the courage to give her a proper kiss on the lips. It was the right moment, he could feel that it was, especially when a finger was lightly caressing his cheek.
A’tay stopped breathing and he wasn’t sure if his heart was still pounding—It is. There would be a lot more screeching if it wasn’t—All he had to do was dip his head down and brush his lips against Madiquel’s. He knew what to do, mostly, and knew his siblings—except Wynera, she was young and as pure as Madiquel—and all of his friends would have taken the opportunity and not been as scared as he was.
But he was scared. He just couldn’t risk her hating him for being so bold. Besides, she was clearly far more interested in the fact that he needed to shave and suddenly A’tay was embarrassed to have her see him so scruffy as she tilted his head this way and that, examining the light growth of the day. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to see anyone until breakfast and I normally shave in the morning,” A’tay quickly apologised, mostly because his brain couldn’t process the encounter any longer. He had Madiquel back in his arms and she had her cheek against his and he really didn’t know if that meant she was silently saying she was okay with it and liked it or if she was still trying to convince herself that it wasn’t horrible—even though it admittedly was. It was only a day’s growth and probably a tad on the patchy side.