OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[delicacies]

[ A beat, and Oona smiles, reaching up to pat Lock's cheek. ]

Indeed. At least in this one instance. And you are terribly good about it.

[ex_triplicate_646]

[ He doesn't smile, not openly, though his mouth does crook he he dips his head low so that she doesn't have to reach too far to do the patting. ]

Of the opinion that you deserve the best, ma'am.

[delicacies]

[ She laughs, nothing if not pleased, her hand sliding down his shoulder to slip through the crook of his arm. ]

Well! If it puts you at ease, I couldn't ask for any better.

[ex_triplicate_646]

[ For all intents and purposes he's a gentle giant, really. Of the three, Lock's gleaned Oona's outward easiness, that politeness and sweetness to her smile. Only instead of it being simply varnish, it sits at the core of him, making him eager to do the job well (making it easier for him to be cruel on command).

He lets her lead, covering her small hand with his much larger one. ]

Then consider me plenty-eased. Nice night for it.

[delicacies]

Always a nice night with you, baby.

[ And of the three, Lock is the one that Oona is sweetest around. It makes sense, considering the fact that, in a lot of ways, he's the manifestation of the best parts of her. So perhaps it's a little off, being so sweet on a splinter of yourself, but one only has to look at the three familiars Oona keeps to know that she's never been exactly on. ]