[ she knows how people tend to see her: too cold, too intimidating, and the fact that she has put men down for less likely doesn't help with that image either. but it's always been there, that softness, that gentleness; nurtured by the close friendship she had when she was younger, and continued to grow even after. she has little reason for it these days, just as she has few whom she would trust, but wriothesley has always been something of an exception.
she's slow to react to the kiss, as unexpected as it is, the feeling of his lips pressed against hers a foreign but not unwelcome feeling. something seizes in her chest and she surrenders to it, slipping her clean fingers into his hair to tug him down the rest of the way on top of her, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. ]
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she's slow to react to the kiss, as unexpected as it is, the feeling of his lips pressed against hers a foreign but not unwelcome feeling. something seizes in her chest and she surrenders to it, slipping her clean fingers into his hair to tug him down the rest of the way on top of her, tilting her head just enough to deepen the kiss. ]