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[propulsion]

WHO: Tony Stark, Marcus Rowntree, Loxley, and friends.
WHAT: Catching up in a catch all.
WHEN: Firstfall
WHERE: Various
NOTES: No open prompts, but please contact me if you would like an RP of some kind with the above losers.

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[tender]

The cap is secured first, tightened into place gently in spite of how sturdy his horns appear. Her fingers drag through the curls at his nape, before her attention turns to affixing the cuff to his ear.

It looks very handsome. She means to tell him so, but puts her mouth to his newly-bared throat instead, arms cinching around his chest for leverage as she drops a trail of kisses up beneath the underside of his jaw before she can nip at the lobe of his ear. Being tucked in so close, there are a wealth of other things she might do here. Murmur into his ear, set her teeth somewhere else, put her hand over his heart, but at the question—

It brings her closer, leaning higher to examine what is already familiar to her. And now she does turn one palm to flatten over his heart as she tells him, "It's a very old rune. I had to trade one of the sailors at the Filthy Nug for it."

And first she'd had to find the sailor, but that's neither here nor there.

"It's for protection," is an overly simple explanation, but a true one. "Where I grew up, it's what we would give to people we wanted to keep safe."