Kes'trel kept telling him to see. Damon would happily do so, if he knew just what it was she wanted him to see. She unthreaded her fingers from him, and took off running through the streets abruptly. Damon stood, dazed for a moment, before hurrying to follow her. She was like a songbird, quick and eager, darting easily through people as if they were the leaves of a tree. Damon had more trouble, as he was less agile. He excused himself as he wove through the people, occasionally bumping into them, but always keeping sight of Kes'trel as she ran ahead.
He caught up to her, a little out of breath, but she took his hand again. She looked flushed and happy, and Damon smiled at her easily. She was adorable. He thought of Lorena quickly, but pushed it out of his mind. She had gone to Vaughn. For now, he was allowed to enjoy Kes'trel - and he did. Very much. Damon happily let her lead him, and he squeezed her hand as he walked. "Something's got you excited," he said, easily following her. She seemed to know what she wanted, and Damon liked that.
Damon followed her up the stairs, curiously looking up. She was from here? "What's up here?" he asked. Damon thought she was not from here; her language was too broken for that. But she pulled him along to a gap in the wall and took a seat, patting the wall beside her. Damon sat next to her, and after hesitating a moment, easily slung one of his arms around her waist, tugging her in closer. He looked at her, and was shocked for a moment when her slender hands touched his chin. Stuttering for a moment, wondering if she was about to kiss him, but she directed his gaze out and away.
He shivered as she spoke, her lips close to his cheek. Ah. See. She meant sea. "From across the ocean?" he asked. He gazed out across the sea for a moment, but then, making up his mind, turned to look at her. His lips were close to hers now, and he looked into her eyes. "You've come a long way, then," he murmured, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. "Must have been difficult." His fingers brushed along her cheekbone. He wouldn't kiss her, though he wanted to. He would never make a woman do something they didn't want to do. Damon was comfortable letting Kes'trel set the pace; after all, she had to be comfortable in his home.
He caught up to her, a little out of breath, but she took his hand again. She looked flushed and happy, and Damon smiled at her easily. She was adorable. He thought of Lorena quickly, but pushed it out of his mind. She had gone to Vaughn. For now, he was allowed to enjoy Kes'trel - and he did. Very much. Damon happily let her lead him, and he squeezed her hand as he walked. "Something's got you excited," he said, easily following her. She seemed to know what she wanted, and Damon liked that.
Damon followed her up the stairs, curiously looking up. She was from here? "What's up here?" he asked. Damon thought she was not from here; her language was too broken for that. But she pulled him along to a gap in the wall and took a seat, patting the wall beside her. Damon sat next to her, and after hesitating a moment, easily slung one of his arms around her waist, tugging her in closer. He looked at her, and was shocked for a moment when her slender hands touched his chin. Stuttering for a moment, wondering if she was about to kiss him, but she directed his gaze out and away.
He shivered as she spoke, her lips close to his cheek. Ah. See. She meant sea. "From across the ocean?" he asked. He gazed out across the sea for a moment, but then, making up his mind, turned to look at her. His lips were close to hers now, and he looked into her eyes. "You've come a long way, then," he murmured, reaching up to brush her hair behind her ear. "Must have been difficult." His fingers brushed along her cheekbone. He wouldn't kiss her, though he wanted to. He would never make a woman do something they didn't want to do. Damon was comfortable letting Kes'trel set the pace; after all, she had to be comfortable in his home.