Whitefish River keep your head up

saarthal had half been expecting varinril to recoil — to blush and retreat, so when instead she came closer, her heart practically leapt into her throat, breath catching in a way which felt hopelessly exhilarating. unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, the heated moment dissolved into fits of laughter when instead of receiving seductive kiss which should've left her wanting more, saarthal ended up with spit on her snout and the sound of giggles touching her ears. the frostfur-diangeli blinked, staring somewhat bemused at varinril. she couldn't decide if it was deliberate, in which case she would be furious, or if it'd been an accident (perhaps it was her first time or something) in which she would simply be amused.

a moment later, saarthal's unasked question was answered. midnight waters meet firey twin suns, and then came the confession. varinril's pale cheeks flushed a red hue - something she'd never seen before; her friend was usually so composed, and she apologised profusely, the words spilling forth from her lips as heated embarrassment took over. saarthal stared at her blankly for a moment - hey, she's actually really cute like this...fuck - then the corner of her lip tilted upward, mirth overtaking her features as her eyes formed crescent moons and creased at their edges as the continual 'sorrys' grazed her ears.

with a roll of her eyes, saarthal padded forward closing the distance between them and mumbled a wry, "you can shut up, now," before kissing vari. it wasn't her first time, or her second, or her third - un-fucking-fortunately - so it was delivered with, hopefully, a slightly higher level of expertise and was over as quickly as it'd begun. a lopsided smirk adorned the yearling's lips when she withdrew and took a step back. "it's okay — don't be sorry, vari, you're not dumb," saarth said, laughing softly and drawing easily back into varin's personal space. "you should take me out on a date, instead," she murmured, breath ghosting over the pale ghost's skin. amusement danced in her eyes, and her grin was easy, carefree, nonchalent as she stretched — like, c'mon, vari, take me out on a date and play with me, you know you want to. 

this illustrated perfectly how imperfect saarthal was. but, really, could she be blamed? varinril was intriguing and she wanted to know her, even if her heart...well, nothing was set in stone. and well, this was flirting right??