[Carefully, she pulls back just enough to look at him, fingers abandoning the lock of his hair in favor of reaching to cup his cheek instead. It's a motion that puts the pad of her thumb easily near his lips; gently, with careful pressure, she nudges his lip aside just enough that the slightest glimpse of one fang can be seen, just the barest hint longer than the other teeth around it from what little of his mouth is visible.
Another little secret bared for only their eyes to see, she muses. No one around knows who they are, no one sees them as anything other than perhaps a pair of too-shameless lovers enjoying each other in the open air. No one has to know she's a Speaker with no caravan to call her own. No one has to know that he's a prince of the night, abandoned by his father king.]
You are so very beautiful.
[Not precisely the choice of words that tends to be applied to young gentlemen, in the grand scheme of things, but it's the right one for this moment. She always has the right words; it's who she is and what she does.]
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Another little secret bared for only their eyes to see, she muses. No one around knows who they are, no one sees them as anything other than perhaps a pair of too-shameless lovers enjoying each other in the open air. No one has to know she's a Speaker with no caravan to call her own. No one has to know that he's a prince of the night, abandoned by his father king.]
You are so very beautiful.
[Not precisely the choice of words that tends to be applied to young gentlemen, in the grand scheme of things, but it's the right one for this moment. She always has the right words; it's who she is and what she does.]