The Black Lake

Grasping her walking stick in one hand and Lukas's hand with the other, she pulls herself up, wincing a little. "Not too bad. Manageable."

"Technically, it was my fault for not backing down."

She leans on her walking stick, looking baffled. "But why would I?"

"But why would I want to?" The challenging look finds its way back onto her features again.

She smirks, the look slipping away as easily as it appeared. "Kidding."

"I'll try. No promises." Chuckling, she places her free hand on his shoulder.

"That's the point I was trying to make, dumbass." She gives him an affectionate smile.

"Of course I do. I would have hit you with my walking stick by now for kissing me if I didn't."

OOC: She'd probably hit him over the head with her walking stick, tbh.

IC: "Same." She shuffles forward, resting her head on his shoulder.

he's learning, slowly.

Instinctively his hand reached up, threading his fingers through her red hair. 'Just curious, how much does my man whorish tendencies annoy you?'

"A fair bit," she admits. "I won't try to stop you though, if it's what you wanna do. I'm not your boss."

"I did say it annoyed me," she grumbles.

"I know. That's why I won't stop you, it's because you need that freedom to do what you need to in order to survive." She raises an eyebrow at the oddly affectionate gesture, but doesn't comment on it. "It'd be selfish of me to tell you that you can't do that. Besides, I'm not really your girlfriend at all, so..." She shrugs.

wow, i missed a few words in the last post
-facepalms-

'But it's you, even when I'm with hundreds of people to try and sate my desire, I'll always choose you if you asked it of me.' he spoke quietly, knowing she needed to hear it.

Her eyes widen in surprise. When she speaks, her voice is actually soft, gentle. "Really?"