[ Silco touches her, and her lashes flutter. Hardly skin-on-skin, with his fingers smoothing the fabric of her dress, but anticipation warms her quickly: Shadowheart has thought about his hands since they first met. Deftly cinching her corset, knuckles brushing her nape. She imagines she could have asked for more before now, could have taken him up on undoing her, as he'd so kindly offered.
Shadowheart doesn't take things slow. Or--she doesn't remember doing so, because she's never had the luxury of time. She doesn't get to court people. Through the smeared ink of her memory, she knows that much: she has no attachments, nothing that ties her to anyone or anything.
This isn't quite courting, but she likes that she's wanted Silco for more than this moment. She likes that he gives her thoughtful answers, that he doesn't ask more than she's ready to give.
Shadowheart does want to give, now that they're here. She sees the way he looks at her, more openly than before, and turns to face him again, her hands reaching up behind her to tug down the short zipper at her back.
Her breath deepens, chest rising with it. Shadowheart lifts her chin to hold Silco's gaze as she pulls down one strap and then the other, baring only her shoulders, for a moment, before she peels the fabric down under her breasts, nipples taut before they're even exposed to the air. There are men who would stammer and stumble here, and she's fairly certain Silco isn't one of them. ]
retconning her out of a high neck into a strappy dress bc it's hotter
Shadowheart doesn't take things slow. Or--she doesn't remember doing so, because she's never had the luxury of time. She doesn't get to court people. Through the smeared ink of her memory, she knows that much: she has no attachments, nothing that ties her to anyone or anything.
This isn't quite courting, but she likes that she's wanted Silco for more than this moment. She likes that he gives her thoughtful answers, that he doesn't ask more than she's ready to give.
Shadowheart does want to give, now that they're here. She sees the way he looks at her, more openly than before, and turns to face him again, her hands reaching up behind her to tug down the short zipper at her back.
Her breath deepens, chest rising with it. Shadowheart lifts her chin to hold Silco's gaze as she pulls down one strap and then the other, baring only her shoulders, for a moment, before she peels the fabric down under her breasts, nipples taut before they're even exposed to the air. There are men who would stammer and stumble here, and she's fairly certain Silco isn't one of them. ]