[It's true, despite being a captain now, she's been in politics enough to know what to do. Tonight, in her eyes, it is Percival's night. And so she dressed up, tied her hair in flowers and painted her nails and drew her eyes, and for once she could say, she looks good enough to walk by Percival's side. Granted she has Zero Confidence in herself.
But she's played the game before. Nobility around them, she would greet politely, make clever conversation. She often avoided dancing, and stayed on Percival's arm as much as possible. But when she was found alone, those women flew down and tried to attack. But Sen was not one to stand down. Though words against her was something that could easily roll off her back, as soon as Percival's reputation was in danger, she verbally pounced. If it wasn't for his timely intervention, then...well who knows.
She's still worked up. High adrenalin from all that anger and annoyance. He kept flirting with her that she could not resist. But then, maybe she had always been unable to resist Percival. They really shouldn't, she had argued into his mouth as he pushed her into the wall door suddenly, kissing him passionately. He still had to go to the party. He still had to, she told him as she gripped his pressed coat and pulled him closer, feeling herself grow dizzy from his kiss and for a minute there she remembered nothing else.
That is, until he brought her back, pulling back with that smug look on his face. She should not show him how much it affected her. Sen shivers from his words alone, head tilting instinctively to welcome.
Well, there really is only one way to describe this right now: Goddammit.]
It's...[She wants to say she's not that type of girl, but she really never had a chance to know what kind of girl she is anyway. "Kind". Instead she slides her fingers through his red locks of hair, tugging a bit as she combs through it.]
W-whose fault do you think this is?! [Ah. Close enough.]
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But she's played the game before. Nobility around them, she would greet politely, make clever conversation. She often avoided dancing, and stayed on Percival's arm as much as possible. But when she was found alone, those women flew down and tried to attack. But Sen was not one to stand down. Though words against her was something that could easily roll off her back, as soon as Percival's reputation was in danger, she verbally pounced. If it wasn't for his timely intervention, then...well who knows.
She's still worked up. High adrenalin from all that anger and annoyance. He kept flirting with her that she could not resist. But then, maybe she had always been unable to resist Percival. They really shouldn't, she had argued into his mouth as he pushed her into the wall door suddenly, kissing him passionately. He still had to go to the party. He still had to, she told him as she gripped his pressed coat and pulled him closer, feeling herself grow dizzy from his kiss and for a minute there she remembered nothing else.
That is, until he brought her back, pulling back with that smug look on his face. She should not show him how much it affected her. Sen shivers from his words alone, head tilting instinctively to welcome.
Well, there really is only one way to describe this right now: Goddammit.]
It's...[She wants to say she's not that type of girl, but she really never had a chance to know what kind of girl she is anyway. "Kind". Instead she slides her fingers through his red locks of hair, tugging a bit as she combs through it.]
W-whose fault do you think this is?! [Ah. Close enough.]