A deep sigh, and then a tender kiss upon her neck. She shivered at the sensation, sighing in response and curling closer to him, relief washing over her body. He felt the same way, good. She had been slightly nervous, scared even, that he hadn't felt the same way, that to him she was only but a little sister, someone he had to watch out for and protect because she couldn't hold her own. Her body was soon moving along his, delicately brushing against his as her maw left tender kisses along his hide. She made a delicate, tender turn around him, never once breaking contact with his skin as her lips returned to his neck on the other side, before her crown slipped beneath his throat. There she remained, shoulder against his chest, hazel eyes closed and her mind swirling in the essence that was him. She hadn't noticed at first, but then she felt it. The hazy wonderland filled her mind and embraced her lovingly, filling her with warmth and joy and every emotion in between. She felt as if her own emotions for him were being personified, mended into something real and majestic that she would never forget.
As they faded away she only smiled, moving her head to tenderly stroke his jaw with her inky muzzle, before returning back to her original position. She could stand here for hours, locked in his welcoming grasp and left to let the world carry on without them. Would it be like this forever? Would these feelings remain as they grew older and spent more time together? What did it mean for them, were they lovers, friends, or something in between? These questions muddled through her mind momentarily, before his necklace once again caught her attention. Lightly flicking her ears in its direction she moved forward, tentatively lipping and tugging softly at the doll, simply to get his attention if nothing else. She had made sure to be gentle, knowing just how precious the artifact was to him.
"Who gave this to you Cerin, was it a gift, or did you find it?" she asked softly in a hushed tone, not wanting to ruin the quiet moment that had formed with their strange way of communicating. If he wanted to tell his story, he would, and Myrrine knew that it would either be with his magic or with a special way to find the words. They had overcome the barrier of communication, it had never felt one-sided to her. She could always see how he felt, what was on his mind and what he was about to do just by looking into those lovely green pools. She didn't need to hear his voice, didn't need to have a conversation with words, all she needed was him and who he was; which included a mute. It wouldn't be Cerin, it wouldn't be the boy she was falling for if that key part wasn't there. Actions always spoke louder than words, that she had always known. She wouldn't change a single thing they had, because in her mind; it was perfect as it was.
"Speech"
OOC: <3
TAG: Cerin
WC: 522
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