Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

There were little things she could process now. Like how when she closed her eyes long enough, she could feel the daze begin to hit again, or how when she opened them, there was something very unreal to the vividness of colors she saw. More so, how when she was met with opaline eyes, that she felt a strike through her stomach. Held eye contact, frozen in their iris', frosted at the pupils, and maybe even more frigid if he were able to touch them.

Tick.

They softened, and her brows lifted as she laughed. Jester to jester, foul and then innocent in the next breath. Her mouth leaned and placed a kiss to his cheek where he touched her own first, then one that trailed to his nose. 

He mimicked her speech. That was enough to cross a wakefulness in the imp as amusement tried to dance into consciousness. Down upon the floor, Machiavelli laid flat, and though not as a god as Senmut had, he resembled much of an angel in its fall. Sun bleached fur, crystal eyes, the rise and fall of a defined chest, and deep breaths. 

"Is it only that He wishes to stay?" Machiavelli smiled before her. She smiled too. "Walk the palace with her. There is much of it She has yet to see. The vines fall not far. Come wrap in them with her? He can lie there." It was just like her to pick another option once the one she wanted was finally presented.