Volunteerism, I think. Dunno. Might depend on the monetary worth of her token and whether she gifts them as regular wages, though you could make an argument for hankies being standard office supply.
[Office supplies. Sexy.]
Now, if the lady were the queen, on the other hand. Kind of a different dynamic then, yeah?
[He does work his fingers through hers for a moment, but changes his grip and brings her knuckles to his lips while he watches her face.]
[You want to talk about direct hits, now that's one that lands on her with almost the same magnitude as the brownies had on Dave. As glad as she is to be from London, there are some things that will never wholly fade, and it turns out that this is one of them: those dreams of having a title in front of her name, those summer days playing with Elise in the garden and dreaming of wealth and rank and parties and love.
Queen Meridiana. The ring of it pales only slightly next to Queen Victoria, but of course a name that itself means victory is a hard act to follow by anything.
Her eyes fall halfway closed; her long lashes fringe heavy where they frame them. Your Majesty, he says, and chases it with a touch of his lips to her hand.
When he says it, she could really make herself believe it, folly though she knows full well it it.]
[He observes the change in her expression with interest, then weaves his fingers loosely through hers, bouncing their joined hands lightly from side to side, softly playful.]
When we're done here, do you want to build a pillow castle. We'll make you a crown and everything; you'll be Queen of the world.
[He can't think of a better way to spend a sleepless night like this, two frightened children in a strange, dark city. Playing games. Creating worlds. It's all he was ever made for, building towers and pretending at adulthood.
He leans towards her more, touching his nose to hers.]
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[Office supplies. Sexy.]
Now, if the lady were the queen, on the other hand. Kind of a different dynamic then, yeah?
[He does work his fingers through hers for a moment, but changes his grip and brings her knuckles to his lips while he watches her face.]
I could work with that. Your Majesty.
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[You want to talk about direct hits, now that's one that lands on her with almost the same magnitude as the brownies had on Dave. As glad as she is to be from London, there are some things that will never wholly fade, and it turns out that this is one of them: those dreams of having a title in front of her name, those summer days playing with Elise in the garden and dreaming of wealth and rank and parties and love.
Queen Meridiana. The ring of it pales only slightly next to Queen Victoria, but of course a name that itself means victory is a hard act to follow by anything.
Her eyes fall halfway closed; her long lashes fringe heavy where they frame them. Your Majesty, he says, and chases it with a touch of his lips to her hand.
When he says it, she could really make herself believe it, folly though she knows full well it it.]
Y...Yes. A-A very different dynamic, indeed...
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When we're done here, do you want to build a pillow castle. We'll make you a crown and everything; you'll be Queen of the world.
[He can't think of a better way to spend a sleepless night like this, two frightened children in a strange, dark city. Playing games. Creating worlds. It's all he was ever made for, building towers and pretending at adulthood.
He leans towards her more, touching his nose to hers.]
And I can play knight or dragon. Up to you.