IC Inbox (Drift Fleet)

[whatisright]

[Messages meant for Justice's communicator, or people visiting him.

Please mention method of contact and time of contact.]

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[veilstrike]

Are you prepared for the risk of being beaten by a girl with one arm?

[ It's said teasingly, gentle, and Leilani shifts a little to squeeze Justice as best she can with her single limb. It's going to take time to readjust to how things feel with an arm missing, to the way she feels a touch bereft without her Anchor to guide her, but she'll learn. She's struggled through far worse in her time.

Tilting her head up, she touches her lips to his cheek gently. ]

Thank you. For coming.

[whatisright]

If you are more skilled than I am, then there is no shame in being defeated.

[He hears the playfulness, and there isn't as much audible playfulness in his voice, but there's a little bit in his eyes, in the way the corners soften.

Her lips are warm in his cheek, and his eyes half-close, pleased with the intimacy and closeness.]

Of course I came. [She is good to him, and she needed someone. He felt the injustice she suffered.]

[veilstrike]

I'm not sure about more skilled, but I am tenacious.

[ She's learning to understand Justice a little better, and she's picking up on the more recognisable parts of him - he's softer, gentler, and she knows a tease from his lips now.

Breathing out, Leilani ignores the soreness of her heart that comes hand in hand with memories of Solas and focusses, instead, on the overwhelming urge she has to lean up and kiss Justice properly. ]

You've always come for me. I appreciate it, truly.

[whatisright]

It is the right thing to do.

[That's what matters to him. He does what he thinks is right.

Her thoughts are clear, radiating off her skin and completely unhindered by the Anchor now. She's thinking about kissing him. Frankly, he's not against the idea.

He draws his thumb over her bottom lip. It's soft.] May I kiss you?

[He's learned that he shouldn't assume that someone is okay with something just because they're thinking about it. He should ask first.]

[veilstrike]

Aw, Justice.

[ She softens, and welcomes him, because he is being so good and kind and wonderful - it's far more than she deserves.

Eyes closing, Leilani relaxes as his fingers brush over her skin, breathing out. There's something relaxing about having a man who can quite literally read your mind, and her lips twitch into a smile before she nods. ]

Yes. You can kiss me.

[ It had only been a few weeks in her mind, but she knows she missed him. ]

[whatisright]

[He pulls her in close, bowing to meet their lips and kissing her softly, running his fingers through her hair. There's none of the desperate heat there was last time, but there's tenderness and care and an attempt to make her feel better, to feel like it will be okay even if it will be hard.

He can't really understand the mortal condition. He knows that. But he knows that it can be hard, and he wants to make it a little easier, at least this once.]

[veilstrike]

[ The kiss is soft and gentle and Leilani leans into it without any hesitation; with her arm wrapped around him she feels safe and enclosed, no longer worried about the dozen and one things running around in her mind. She's not worried about the loss of her arm or the fight she has to think about when she gets back to Thedas; all she can think about is being close to Justice, to holding on to him and not letting go.

When it comes to a natural end she leans up, pressing her lips against his forehead gently, her hand coming to touch his cheek. ]

Thank you.