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the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

Well, yes, but I think not completely, for you have not earned completely, for that you made me laugh so I could not run, highness. *grins, and wriggles as if trying to escape*

That is still my own victory. *releases her a bit more* how of… two out of three? And then we shall know the victor of the game?

Oh, you must have complete surrender? You will play until you have it? *steals another kiss and slides out of his arms*

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

I think I must. *grins up at him* What will you of me?

I did not say… *kisses her again*

*reciprocates with pleasure*

*smiles* I suppose, all that there is to say, is that you surrender to me.

Well, yes, but I think not completely, for you have not earned completely, for that you made me laugh so I could not run, highness. *grins, and wriggles as if trying to escape*

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

*winds enough fabric around her hands that she can straight-up run across the space she just backed across* True, caution is not always wisdom.

But… It is useful when needed. *chases after her, and backtracks, almost catching her dress*

You think to need caution with me? *laughs hard enough to steal her breath from running and slows, laughing and gasping* I fear you overestimate me greatly as an opponent, highness.

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

the-warrior-king:

iamthefirechild:

*puts her hands behind her and backs across the courtyard, trying to stay out of reach*

You say you are fast, my lady. But to keep your eye on me as you are doing now, you are in danger of falling.

Does the thought of my falling concern you? *sidesteps, instead, maybe trying to mislead him*

I would not wish my victory to be spoiled if you fall, then what sort of victor would I be?

Oh, the wise sort, that lets his opponent defeat herself. *picks up her skirts and darts straight past him, starting to giggle again*