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Oct. 11th, 2015 09:58 am"Oh, Pearl, you were absolutely delightful!" Rose's laugh echoes throaty and pleased across the ship's bridge, and her mane of hair bounces with the lolling of her head. Her one hand is at Pearl's slender waist as they walk, sharp clack-clack-clack of heels and the barely-audible glide of dance shoes on lacquer, and her other hand gestures wildly in the air with her words, the way it does when she's in high spirits.
"When you showed Blue your holograms, why, I thought she was going to crack! And the looks on their faces as you so effortlessly handled the ship's control deck -- my stars, priceless." The quaking to her shoulders subsides at last with a heavy, satisfied breath, though her lips remain upturned, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
The two of them slow to a halt before the entrance to her chambers, and the diamond emblem etched upon the door glistens pink before it yields. Rose guides Pearl inside, where the cold smart steel of the ship's architecture melts into gentle sunshine and cotton-soft clouds, and the door reforms behind their backs.
Rose inhales, the blissful sweet scent of privacy. Demonstrative as they are before her comrades, there are still some things too precious, too bold, to be seen outside closed doors.
With a smooth sweep of her arm she draws Pearl closer, pressing a kiss into her hair -- silken fluffy curls that tickle pleasantly against her lips. "Those strategy meetings have been so much more fun since I got you," she breathes through a smile.
"When you showed Blue your holograms, why, I thought she was going to crack! And the looks on their faces as you so effortlessly handled the ship's control deck -- my stars, priceless." The quaking to her shoulders subsides at last with a heavy, satisfied breath, though her lips remain upturned, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
The two of them slow to a halt before the entrance to her chambers, and the diamond emblem etched upon the door glistens pink before it yields. Rose guides Pearl inside, where the cold smart steel of the ship's architecture melts into gentle sunshine and cotton-soft clouds, and the door reforms behind their backs.
Rose inhales, the blissful sweet scent of privacy. Demonstrative as they are before her comrades, there are still some things too precious, too bold, to be seen outside closed doors.
With a smooth sweep of her arm she draws Pearl closer, pressing a kiss into her hair -- silken fluffy curls that tickle pleasantly against her lips. "Those strategy meetings have been so much more fun since I got you," she breathes through a smile.
