"Not at all -" Only that everyone in Talonhold is giants. " - Just enough for me."
Bold words, Lakshmi, as she moves through the water, so too does she stay out of reach of that kiss. Though, her head tilts back, expectant if Magni did move closer. Eyes flicking down and back up to her face, watching how the soap trailed over her, the water trickled and pooled on her skin. The dip of her ribs, her collarbone, glistening in the candlelight, firelight, not the soft pink when they were flushed with the wind, but bathed warm colour of fire, glittering in her hair, her eyes.
Lakshmi's own hands move in front of her, wafting her nose lose black hair about her in tendrils. Inky dark in how they stick, hang over her body, curving over her breasts and body, hiding her partially. Reaching across to the few items she had given for the rather more exact purpose of the bath. Cleaning, refreshing themselves. From the bottles, she reaches for one from her home. An oil that when she uncorks the bottle, fills the room with the scent of flowers, rich, the perfume she always adorned herself with.
Gently, she tips it out into one hand and then sets it aside. Once away, she presses her hands together, rubbing the oil between them slowly, before moving closer and - not watching Magni's face, she lays her hands on her knees, one of each hand and - smooths them up her legs. But the texture isn't exactly smooth. There is a faint, grainy, texture to it. That spread as she runs her hands up Magni's legs in a symmetrical movement, then back down either leg until they reach the water. The oil spread she moves both her hands to one of Magni's legs, placing both her palms on her skin. Gently, in little circles with her fingers, she begins to massage her leg, working at the hard muscles there with - adoration, a want to touch, most certainly - but a care, to let Magni enjoy herself for a little while.
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Bold words, Lakshmi, as she moves through the water, so too does she stay out of reach of that kiss. Though, her head tilts back, expectant if Magni did move closer. Eyes flicking down and back up to her face, watching how the soap trailed over her, the water trickled and pooled on her skin. The dip of her ribs, her collarbone, glistening in the candlelight, firelight, not the soft pink when they were flushed with the wind, but bathed warm colour of fire, glittering in her hair, her eyes.
Lakshmi's own hands move in front of her, wafting her nose lose black hair about her in tendrils. Inky dark in how they stick, hang over her body, curving over her breasts and body, hiding her partially. Reaching across to the few items she had given for the rather more exact purpose of the bath. Cleaning, refreshing themselves. From the bottles, she reaches for one from her home. An oil that when she uncorks the bottle, fills the room with the scent of flowers, rich, the perfume she always adorned herself with.
Gently, she tips it out into one hand and then sets it aside. Once away, she presses her hands together, rubbing the oil between them slowly, before moving closer and - not watching Magni's face, she lays her hands on her knees, one of each hand and - smooths them up her legs. But the texture isn't exactly smooth. There is a faint, grainy, texture to it. That spread as she runs her hands up Magni's legs in a symmetrical movement, then back down either leg until they reach the water. The oil spread she moves both her hands to one of Magni's legs, placing both her palms on her skin. Gently, in little circles with her fingers, she begins to massage her leg, working at the hard muscles there with - adoration, a want to touch, most certainly - but a care, to let Magni enjoy herself for a little while.