[ Darling? Ahβ Navia's coloration only deepens. It seems Clorinde has very quickly found her footing; if she's not careful, she'll find herself all too easily outdone. ]
Underestimate you? Never. But I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeves, you know!
Made of wild Glaze Lilies and Sweet Flowers. There's others that use Chili for a faint after kick. Countless others, really. I still recommend visiting for some, no strings attached.
( He's not as verbose as Neuvillette and his water. He's trying his best now, actually. )
[ Admittedly, in the time it takes for Clorinde to return, Navia's eyes have drifted shut in content, breathing in the sweet scent of the soap and the candles. They flick partly open again when the other woman returns, watching half-lidded as she finishes the setup and approaches with a silken tie. A smile drifts on her lips, her eyes opening fully to admire her as she sits on the edge of the tub. ]
You may. [ A pause, because it sounds a little weird to grant permission for Clorinde to essentially do her a favor. ] Please, if you would.
[Treating Navia like royalty feels like second nature when she settles behind her on the tub, dexterous fingers flicking at the back of the blonde's hair to scoop the braid, wrap it around itself carefully and somewhat firmly to set it up and high enough over her shoulders.
She does it easilyβafter all, she has really long hair, heavier than Navia's.]
[ Her smile is content as her braid is scooped and wrapped into a makeshift bun, fastened with deft and gentle hands; and she thinks she could get used to the sensation of Clorinde's fingers in her hair, against her scalp. But the other woman is asking a question, and so her eyes blink back open, seeking the other's face, and Navia shakes her head with that same contented smile. ]
Not too tight, no. It's perfect, thank you.
[ She reaches up to catch Clorinde's fingers before they can withdraw too far, pressing a soft kiss against the skin. ]
[The floor is not slippery but her knees quickly grow weak. Clorinde stares for a second, the warmth on her fingers from Navia's lips rolling down her spine and causing her to shiver.]
I will. [It's the hardest thing not to flick said fingers into brushing that mouth, and retreating so that she can start undressing.
Undressing itself is not that great of an ordeal. Clorinde is, in fact, part of the Guarde of Fontaine. She's used to training every day, to change clothes in the locker rooms, in and out of her uniform that she so painstakingly takes care of. The way she does so is methodical, folding each item in a certain way and setting it on a surface neatly and away from any occasional splashing.]
[ Clorinde has barely recovered when it becomes Navia's turn to give in to embarrassment; the other woman stands and starts to undress without warning or fanfare, leaving the blonde to quickly avert her own gaze, cheeks turning very suddenly red. With Clorinde being a garde, her comfort with her own nudity is unsurprising.
Truth be told, Navia's more surprised at her own embarrassment than anything else. Navia, who until this moment has been confident and forward about her own attractionβ
Perhaps the best thing to do is simply to lean back and close her eyes, she thinks, and she does. She'll feel the movement in the tub when Clorinde joins her anyway. ]
[The water soon ripples, a small hiss as Clorinde dips her toes in it to find it very warm against her cooled skin. She sinks into the tub carefully, not to step on Navia, and settles slowly across from her. Thankfully the old tub is quite large, and they can fit nicely without the water overflowing.
She reaches for another hair tie and sets her hair up on a bun, and then relaxes with a sigh.] Thank you for the, well, everything. I do appreciate it.
[ She waits until the movement settles after it starts, her eyes opening again to see Clorinde sitting across from her, and her heart trembles in her chest. Archons preserve her, she's even more beautiful like this. Beautiful, and thanking Navia for something that came to her so easily, something that in her mind doesn't even need gratitudeβ ]
Clorinde, it.. You don't need to thank me. It's the very least I could do. You've had a busy day, you deserve to rest and pamper yourself.
[ She pauses for a moment, and then reaches out for a lock of hair that somehow escaped the bun, tucking it gently behind the other woman's ear. ]
[Clasping her hand on Navia's fingers, she looks at how slender they are, well cared for, soft. She knows that at the edges of her palm lie rough spots from handling the umbrella and that only adds to their charm.
Being pampered is unnecessary, though. She already is, with Navia's bright smile and flushed cheeks.]
What if I wish to thank you? [Her thumb brushes against Navia's knuckles.
She reaches for a small bottle on the ledge by the tub, and with it, a small towel. Clear liquid pours onto the soft square of fabric.] You forgot to remove your makeup. Could you come closer?
[ "Not meant to mingle" her frilly undergarments! She mingles with him just fine and no harm has come of it. Those girls know not on what they're missing out, as far as she's concerned. ]
Well, Monsieur, if you're part wolf, then what am I?
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[ Darling? Ahβ Navia's coloration only deepens. It seems Clorinde has very quickly found her footing; if she's not careful, she'll find herself all too easily outdone. ]
Underestimate you? Never.
But I happen to have a few tricks up my sleeves, you know!
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[Not her internally gay panicking or anything......]
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[ No gay panic hereβ only Navia trying to work out how she can live up to her own words. ]
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Is that bad?
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[ ...Why does she have a feeling she knows what he's saying? ]
Incorrigible.
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( Good save? )
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Tell me more about the flavor of Liyue tea.
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( He's not as verbose as Neuvillette and his water. He's trying his best now, actually. )
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Chili in tea? I admit, I'm intrigued.
When are you free? I think I will have to take you up on that offer.
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For your visit? Anytime.
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Wonderful. Then expect me sooner rather than later, handsome.
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[ Admittedly, in the time it takes for Clorinde to return, Navia's eyes have drifted shut in content, breathing in the sweet scent of the soap and the candles. They flick partly open again when the other woman returns, watching half-lidded as she finishes the setup and approaches with a silken tie. A smile drifts on her lips, her eyes opening fully to admire her as she sits on the edge of the tub. ]
You may. [ A pause, because it sounds a little weird to grant permission for Clorinde to essentially do her a favor. ] Please, if you would.
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She does it easilyβafter all, she has really long hair, heavier than Navia's.]
There, is it too tight?
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Not too tight, no. It's perfect, thank you.
[ She reaches up to catch Clorinde's fingers before they can withdraw too far, pressing a soft kiss against the skin. ]
Now, will you join me?
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I will. [It's the hardest thing not to flick said fingers into brushing that mouth, and retreating so that she can start undressing.
Undressing itself is not that great of an ordeal. Clorinde is, in fact, part of the Guarde of Fontaine. She's used to training every day, to change clothes in the locker rooms, in and out of her uniform that she so painstakingly takes care of. The way she does so is methodical, folding each item in a certain way and setting it on a surface neatly and away from any occasional splashing.]
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Truth be told, Navia's more surprised at her own embarrassment than anything else. Navia, who until this moment has been confident and forward about her own attractionβ
Perhaps the best thing to do is simply to lean back and close her eyes, she thinks, and she does. She'll feel the movement in the tub when Clorinde joins her anyway. ]
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She reaches for another hair tie and sets her hair up on a bun, and then relaxes with a sigh.] Thank you for the, well, everything. I do appreciate it.
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Clorinde, it.. You don't need to thank me. It's the very least I could do. You've had a busy day, you deserve to rest and pamper yourself.
[ She pauses for a moment, and then reaches out for a lock of hair that somehow escaped the bun, tucking it gently behind the other woman's ear. ]
Or maybe to be pampered~
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Being pampered is unnecessary, though. She already is, with Navia's bright smile and flushed cheeks.]
What if I wish to thank you? [Her thumb brushes against Navia's knuckles.
She reaches for a small bottle on the ledge by the tub, and with it, a small towel. Clear liquid pours onto the soft square of fabric.] You forgot to remove your makeup. Could you come closer?
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Oh?
[ "Not meant to mingle" her frilly undergarments! She mingles with him just fine and no harm has come of it. Those girls know not on what they're missing out, as far as she's concerned. ]
Well, Monsieur, if you're part wolf, then what am I?