[There's a part of him, the him part of him, that would've taken all that and made some real self-deprecating remarks. Something about already being chosen of a would-be king. Maybe he'd like to be cherished by a queen instead. Gosh, isn't he a little jailbait-y for all this?
But that Clint isn't here right now. The one that's here is wrapped up in the sensation of all this, this celebration of spring, intensified. Personalized, even. Grass boldly green and just long enough for suburbanites to think about cutting. Flowers in all colors and configurations in bloom, the bees eagerly buzzing. Life. The feeling of life, and enjoying life. A feeling of youth and of hope. Renewal.
It's all normally a bit flowery (ha) for him, but the charm works its literal charm with not a hint more fight. The touches are soft and inviting, the voice honey. All this getting, and he isn't even giving in turn. His body decides it's about time to fix that, hands reaching to set themselves at the king's waist, and he turns his head just enough to press a smile to the hinge of the royal jaw.]
Yeah. [Against sweet floral skin.] Yeah, I'd like that a lot.
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But that Clint isn't here right now. The one that's here is wrapped up in the sensation of all this, this celebration of spring, intensified. Personalized, even. Grass boldly green and just long enough for suburbanites to think about cutting. Flowers in all colors and configurations in bloom, the bees eagerly buzzing. Life. The feeling of life, and enjoying life. A feeling of youth and of hope. Renewal.
It's all normally a bit flowery (ha) for him, but the charm works its literal charm with not a hint more fight. The touches are soft and inviting, the voice honey. All this getting, and he isn't even giving in turn. His body decides it's about time to fix that, hands reaching to set themselves at the king's waist, and he turns his head just enough to press a smile to the hinge of the royal jaw.]
Yeah. [Against sweet floral skin.] Yeah, I'd like that a lot.