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{kyriakos} It's Never Really Goodbye

( want to come see this fussy cat in ~~EDEN's~~ Caretaker's realm?

don't forget to put the day in the subject line! )

(( ooc: as if day 182, she is no longer with eden. ))

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You could use a little more self-confidence. What was it you were calling yourself here?

( you don't know, lion, she never told you. )

Daisy. It's what Varric called me, and it stuck.

Now, that I remember.

Always thought your team picked bird names.

Oh, yes. It's short for 'Daisy Crow'. You could call me that, or Merrill, or... anything, if you wanted.

If I wanted?

( a laugh. )

How bold, flirting with me so quickly.

[turns red and ducks her head a bit]

You just bring that part out of me, I suppose.

( how cute. how could you not tease someone like this? leaning closer. )

Do I bring out any other parts of you, Merrill?

[wah!! she goes even redder and her eyes dart around, like it's too dangerous to look at Hawke's face, and rambles]

There's all sorts of parts that can come out, you know, I'm not very good at keeping them in, they just sort of spill about the place like marbles, or pebbles, or peppercorns, or biscuit crumbs, and then everything's a mess...!

Is that so? Aren't things always that much better when they're messy?

( placing the tips of her fingers against merrill's upper arm, just to keep her attention but without any intent to try and intimidate her. )

Rather prefer things like that myself.

[plz imagine the sound of a tea kettle going off to illustrate Merrill's expression and how red her ears are]

You are doing that on purpose, aren't you? Please say yes, or else I'll only have myself to blame for how that sounds.

Afraid I don't know what you mean.

( she's gotten awfully close, her knuckles brushing against merrill's cheek and the lobe of an ear. how awfully red it is. )

[she shivers from the touch, goosebumps rising along her skin, and a noise like a squeak escapes her. elf ears are sensitive, ok]

Hawke...

[she takes a breath and lifts her gaze to meet Hawke's eyes; her own are wide, shining, both vulnerable and hopeful]

( hmm. kiss the girl or don't kiss the girl?

you know what, let's make a mistake. adjusting her grip so that her palm folds along the curve of merrill's neck before leaning in. she's slow about it, almost careful, giving her ample time to push her away before pressing their lips together in a chaste kiss.

then as she's pulling away, lingering close enough that merrill can feel her breath against her skin. )

Thank you for the toy.

[of course Merrill leans into it, her eyes closing as their lips meet, rising up on her toes so Hawke doesn't have to bend down so far. she lets out a soft "oh" when Hawke thanks her, and slowly opens her eyes]

... oh. You're welcome...

[she trails off like she's going to say something more, but just--doesn't. she's a little light-headed at the moment, perhaps]

Try to visit a bit more often.

( petting merrill's hair before pulling away. )

I would like to hear stories of our dashing adventures.

... alright.

[swallows, clearing her throat, and reflexively tucks some hair behind her ear--which just falls back into place]

I'll come back. And tell you lots of stories. And I'll try not to ramble away from the point too much.

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