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[bardische]

[ Alright, he understands that, having trouble believing a thing that he's spent his life never considering was possible. Or being sure it wasn't. He's going to say something, but thinks better of it. With Nami, letting her have space is always better, and the fact is, she is not rejecting what she says. She is not leaving.

He crowds in, enjoying the warmth of her body against his, stroking her warm skin in the cool room. ]

If you asked me, I would. And everyone would be surprised you'd gotten me out to dance. [ His voice is warm and fond, a whisper just a few inches from her, trailing off as he presses a warm, slow kiss to her mouth, rough hands gently squeezing her upper arms. It's a lovely image, being shown his own world in such new colors, and doing so with someone he trusts and adores to come home with. ]

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And, if you asked me, I would let you keep me inside all night.

[ The world in this painting isn't the truth, but it's beautiful. He handles her like he's pinpointed every weakness, not to exploit but to smooth over and care for, calming places that hurt, and had hurt for such a long time Nami almost stopped noticing them until the ache subsided. This life isn't hers, and if she thought about it, she might begin to feel like she was reading pages out of someone else's book, but she can lose herself to it, to him, to letting Basch care about her like he's been so quietly determined to for almost as long as they've known each other.

Her hands run along his collarbone as he leans in to kiss her, drawing a low hum of approval out of her as their mouths meet. Nami draws herself against him and lets her fingers sink into his hair, while her tongue licks against his, slow and sweet, like this is their house, and they have all the time in the world to adore each other in it. ]