[ She backs off a little while he plays, to give him room to use his arms. After the first few notes, she closes her eyes, and lets the sound of the guitar and his voice wash over her. She visibly relaxes as the song winds on, tension flowing out of her muscles. The song was beautiful, and when she listened, she could picture herself back in the Free Marches, wandering the forest, testing her memory as she explored.
God, she missed the forest. She missed the clan.
She waited until Merrick was quite finished with the song to do anything. Once she was sure he was done, she leaned back over, but this time pressing her lips first to his cheek, then his lips. It was gentle and careful, and once she pulled away, she smiled at him, pressing her forehead to his temple. ]
You have the best singing voice I've ever heard, Merrick. You'd make any of these bards jealous.
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Date: 2015-11-07 01:12 am (UTC)God, she missed the forest. She missed the clan.
She waited until Merrick was quite finished with the song to do anything. Once she was sure he was done, she leaned back over, but this time pressing her lips first to his cheek, then his lips. It was gentle and careful, and once she pulled away, she smiled at him, pressing her forehead to his temple. ]
You have the best singing voice I've ever heard, Merrick. You'd make any of these bards jealous.
...Thank you.