[there's something so tender and sweet about the the contact at her neck -- it makes the intention of his straying hand unclear to her. one dreadful pulse stills her when his hand passes over the place along her spine the scarab-scar is, but no hurt comes after it and she can breathe out again.
the message Lucina gets from this is that somehow, all he has to do is touch her and she can feel comfort, a thrill, or just...some kind of way with seemingly no effort at all.
she makes a faint sound, squirming against the tickle that his breath causes, and one of her arms moves so her hand can settle on the back of his neck, just shy of gliding up his hairline. he can do so much with so little effort, but she's still trying to understand what she can do in turn...
well. what doesn't resort to accidental headbutts, anyway.]
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the message Lucina gets from this is that somehow, all he has to do is touch her and she can feel comfort, a thrill, or just...some kind of way with seemingly no effort at all.
she makes a faint sound, squirming against the tickle that his breath causes, and one of her arms moves so her hand can settle on the back of his neck, just shy of gliding up his hairline. he can do so much with so little effort, but she's still trying to understand what she can do in turn...
well. what doesn't resort to accidental headbutts, anyway.]