[ It's difficult to figure out where Floyd's mind is at, especially without having any of the context for the feelings his underclassman was going through. This doesn't stop the fae from offering small pets against the back of his head, to offer small platitudes and words he could only hope provided Floyd with something more than an annoyance.
At the very least, Lilia can take solace knowing he wasn't immediately pushed away, he wasn't forced back or told off for his offered words, the apology he gave. Instead, being told to forget it, as Floyd settles against him...
Careful gloved fingers, tangled in Floyd's hair, a few pieces being carefully twisted around several of his fingers, absentmindedly. The head boy's face pressed into his shoulder told a different story than the hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. It's difficult to tell what Floyd wanted, what he didn't want, what he felt.
It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. ]
Mm, we can, we can.
[ Shifting slightly, Lilia pulls back enough to pull Floyd's face from his shoulder, bringing both his hands up to cup both of Floyd's cheeks, Lilia offers a cheerful smile, trying to brighten the mood back up. ]
First things first. Let me get my shoes off, and I want to try something with you.
[ A gentle tug, Floyd brought in close, Lilia presses a careful kiss to his forehead, before pulling back enough to focus his attention down on his heeled boots. He unzips them, stepping out of them and setting them to the side. This action is then followed by Lilia shifting to get onto the bed, flopping onto his back.
With a fangy grin, he reaches his arms out towards Floyd. ]
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At the very least, Lilia can take solace knowing he wasn't immediately pushed away, he wasn't forced back or told off for his offered words, the apology he gave. Instead, being told to forget it, as Floyd settles against him...
Careful gloved fingers, tangled in Floyd's hair, a few pieces being carefully twisted around several of his fingers, absentmindedly. The head boy's face pressed into his shoulder told a different story than the hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. It's difficult to tell what Floyd wanted, what he didn't want, what he felt.
It wasn't supposed to be this complicated. ]
Mm, we can, we can.
[ Shifting slightly, Lilia pulls back enough to pull Floyd's face from his shoulder, bringing both his hands up to cup both of Floyd's cheeks, Lilia offers a cheerful smile, trying to brighten the mood back up. ]
First things first. Let me get my shoes off, and I want to try something with you.
[ A gentle tug, Floyd brought in close, Lilia presses a careful kiss to his forehead, before pulling back enough to focus his attention down on his heeled boots. He unzips them, stepping out of them and setting them to the side. This action is then followed by Lilia shifting to get onto the bed, flopping onto his back.
With a fangy grin, he reaches his arms out towards Floyd. ]
Come here.