westwhere | you’re the key that got lost

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you’re the key that got lost

WHO: Lily Evans & You
WHEN: Early to middle August
WHERE: Taravast baby!
WHAT: A catch-all! Exploring, drinking, courting, cups of tea, etc.
WARNINGS: None as of yet, will update as needed

(starters in comments, feel free to reach out if you don’t see anything that suits your character via pm or on plurk and I'll write you a start. also, if action is more your thing i’m good to match format.)

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He smothered another laugh, charmed. To think she might actively want to monopolize his attentions; that was flattery enough.

"I'll keep that in mind, should I ever be idly stood near a tree in your presence." Not to say he'd object to repeating the incident under less threat this time.

Turning to look over her shoulder at the tree they sat beneath she looked back to him with a shrug. "It's a shame that sitting beneath one doesn't have the same effect on you, I'm rather comfortable."

For a moment, surprise sparked in his eyes and Frizzed out all thought. He was left staring, half-certain she's just asked him to-

And then he breathed, and that certainty faded. Still, a part of his mind was held captive by the thought, admired the turn of her head and flash of green in her eyes.

"...Who's to say?" he ventured, "And what of you?"

"What of me?" Aware that she still had to be at least a little pink in the face her smile widened slowly as she raised her eyebrows at him, half inquisitive, half challengingly.

"I'm here aren't I?" Briefly Lily toyed with the idea of making herself incredibly clear by leaning over and kissing him herself but she held back for the moment. She couldn't always launch herself at the poor guy - it was fun but it was abrupt.

His stomach tumbled. Eleven swallowed and searched her face for anything that might tell him that wasn't an invitation. He had permission now, didn't he? They both did. Only, he hadn't really kissed anyone before.

..Or, well, not seriously anyway.

He shifted, leaning closer, eyes dropping to her mouth, and heartbeat winging wildly in the cage of his chest, pressed a cautious kiss to her lips.

Of course, she had hoped he would kiss her, but she hadn't anticipated the little leap her stomach did in response. Lifting a hand to rest lightly against his cheek, Lily held that kiss for a long (and by her metric, rather lovely) moment before she broke away, smiling.

"This was a very good idea," she said quietly, stealing a second, quick kiss before pulling back enough to look over his face.

Eleven drew back a little, color mottling over his face rather than overtaking it this time. The tenderness of her fingers on his cheek pulled at his heart.

"..What was?" he asked, voice hushed and his mind rather preoccupied with whether or not he should kiss her again to pay attention to context. "Kissing or breaking into the garden."

Exhaling a light laugh she nodded her head at the question, "yes. Both." That they had bypassed a locked gate to be here in the first place had somehow slipped her mind in the last few moments.

"Maybe the former more than the latter," she added after a second. "We could stand to make a habit out of both."

He grinned, leaning in again, though not to kiss her again just yet. Simply to revel in the knowledge that he could and she would let him.

"Breaking into more gardens may require some convincing."

"But the plants, Eleven," Lily said, her voice quiet and playfully imploring. "I have so many I've yet to find."

Her thumb brushed over his cheek, shifting slightly in her seat to lean back into him.

And well, it was sort of a requirement that he kiss her then. His heart felt light, nearly convinced he'd fallen into a delightful dream.

"There's plenty of public gardens we haven't seen yet," he countered with a smile. "I'm sure you'll find some of them."

Her hand fell away from his cheek to land on his shoulder, gently drawing him closer to her when he kissed her again.

"I'll do my best to not get distracted," judging by the way she had side-stepped the raging maelstrom of awkwardness between them moments prior in favor of getting a few cuttings of what she hoped was dittany - Lily would probably find a way to not let Eleven be too much of a diversion, but she certainly wasn't against him trying.

Eleven hummed, deciding that it really was nice, being this close to someone. Spurred by that thought, he looped an arm behind her and let them settle as closely together as they could be without moving much more. To think a half hour or so ago, he'd just been in search of some place quiet to unwind, and now..

Now they held together in a secret space beneath a willow tree, sharing warmth and affection.

"Plants first," he conceded with a huff of a laugh. "Then perhaps distractions."

"Naturally there's only a slight chance of any such thing," Lily let her arm drape over his shoulder, content to watch his face. It was the first time in a long time she could put the weight of being a stranger in a very strange and hostile world down and feel like a person that regular things happened to. It was normal to kiss sweet guys in parks in the middle of the night, and it was a lovely change from the undead, or milling about with an army of ghosts.

"Though you have a point, I've forgotten what else I meant to look for." Lily kissed him again before adding, "you're a very nice find though."

Warm delight spread through his stomach until he shivered with it. Truly, she was a gift in a world otherwise plagued by death and selfishness. That he could find some comfort and sweetness here in one of his companions..

"I'm part plant," he volunteered, pausing to laugh shortly because that had sounded better in his head, but he shrugged. "Well, spiritually speaking. One of Yggdrasil's leaves. They're quite rare, you know."

"Wha-" she laughed, caught too off-guard by that peculiar statement to do anything else.

"Like a manifestation of her power?" It sounded like something out of a legend really, but she was well aware that stranger things were possible. Lily supposed if he was attempting to use that fact as a pickup line it was intriguing enough to work.

Surprise flashed over his face, then gave way to a rueful smile.

"I suppose you could say that, but more generally, every life in Erdrea is a leaf on Yggdrasil's branches. Sometimes you can find the fallen leaf of a life that's passed on. They're rare, though- but very powerful restoratives if they aren't yet withered."

"That's a rather lovely thing, isn't it? In a way, you're all connected." There certainly wasn't anything that bound people's lives like that where she came from, there were too many unignorable rifts in magical society for that sort of cohesion.

Lily gave him another smile before she turned slightly, resting her head on his shoulder. "Yet another way to pass the time that's far more fulfilling than court."

Eleven smiled and tipped his head against hers, warmed.

"Yes." Doing much of anything was preferable to enduring court, but spending time with Lily like this was rapidly becoming his favorite alternative. Now he had two things to dream of when conversations became taxing.

He sighed and turned to press a kiss into her hair.

"Anytime you like."

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