[ There goes their nice and cozy moment. Will's Strohl blanket was just as engrossed in holding Will, steady as Will rocked against him, and he would have happily stayed like that, breathing in the scent of Will's hair and the spices in the kitchen, but Neuras's teasing jolts him out of it with Will. They've been caught... Of course, it's not really a problem, no, and it's not the first time that the others have come across them being, well, lovey-dovey.
Turning pink himself, Strohl throws a look over his shoulder. He doesn't let go of Will. ]
...Uh. Right. Thanks, Neuras. [ Never mind that they came here from the bunks just a little while ago... ] Dinner's almost ready, by the way!
[ Almost, as in not yet, since the roast needs more time to cook. Neuras is probably already out of earshot anyway.
Strohl glances back down at Will, who seems to be burrowing into his arms like a little rabbit might to hide there. ]
At least no one's thrown a single gauntlet shroom at us?
[ Despite the surprise of Neuras's bespectacled head popping into the kitchen, Strohl doesn't let go of his precious cargo... which makes his precious cargo feel all the more safe in his arms.
Feeling protected — enough to stop feeling anxious — Will pauses halfway in his rabbity burrowing, peeking up at his loving Strohl as he realizes that, indeed, yes, no gauntlet shrooms have been thrown their way. Once he processes the reality that there's no need to hide (against his irrational impulses), he seems to melt, leaning even more heavily against the clemar's larger body, and feeling all the more content for it. ]
Mmmm... That's true. Actually, everyone's been pretty supportive...
[ Liquid and lovey-dovey, Will turns around to face Strohl properly. Neuras just came by, so they probably won't be interrupted again for at least a little whie, right...? The elda leans up, almost close enough to kiss his handsome clemar's sloping nose, but he hovers instead, as if dreamily taking in Strohl's features. ]
Do you think that means we can get away with being more and more obnoxious?
[ More and more lovey, more and more clingy... Is there anything actually stopping them from just doing what they want all the time? Or is it all in Will's head? ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
Turning pink himself, Strohl throws a look over his shoulder. He doesn't let go of Will. ]
...Uh. Right. Thanks, Neuras. [ Never mind that they came here from the bunks just a little while ago... ] Dinner's almost ready, by the way!
[ Almost, as in not yet, since the roast needs more time to cook. Neuras is probably already out of earshot anyway.
Strohl glances back down at Will, who seems to be burrowing into his arms like a little rabbit might to hide there. ]
At least no one's thrown a single gauntlet shroom at us?
no subject
Feeling protected — enough to stop feeling anxious — Will pauses halfway in his rabbity burrowing, peeking up at his loving Strohl as he realizes that, indeed, yes, no gauntlet shrooms have been thrown their way. Once he processes the reality that there's no need to hide (against his irrational impulses), he seems to melt, leaning even more heavily against the clemar's larger body, and feeling all the more content for it. ]
Mmmm... That's true. Actually, everyone's been pretty supportive...
[ Liquid and lovey-dovey, Will turns around to face Strohl properly. Neuras just came by, so they probably won't be interrupted again for at least a little whie, right...? The elda leans up, almost close enough to kiss his handsome clemar's sloping nose, but he hovers instead, as if dreamily taking in Strohl's features. ]
Do you think that means we can get away with being more and more obnoxious?
[ More and more lovey, more and more clingy... Is there anything actually stopping them from just doing what they want all the time? Or is it all in Will's head? ]