Open RP Post

[andfire]

Open RP Post

♦ All characters are allowed to interact, regardless of being in a game with Elsa or not.
♠ This is an IC-spam post; only character journals, please.
♥ Doubles and threadjacking are allowed for maximum derp.
♣ 4th-walling: is allowed; Elsa can take it. She will likely just think you're crazy.
♦ Wank and OOC matters will be deleted.
♠ Crit will be redirected to the HMD

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This post has no established setting, to allow for any sort of thread. Voicetesting, smut, derp, violence, angst, crack, memes, any other shenanigans I might be missing are acceptable.

Also backtagging.

Lots of backtagging.

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Comments

[hanssome]

[If anything has been proven time and time again to Hans, it's the fact that Elsa is powerful. Perhaps there is some fragility internally and externally, but she doesn't strike him as someone who needs a light touch. If she's truly spent her life surrounded by fear mongering and careful interactions, it would take strength and prescence to assure her that she's in good hands.

He wants to measure how candid he is about all of this, but he doesn't want to be too bridled by morals and customs that don't apply here. Were they important at all, he'd not have escorted Elsa home and he'd not be alone with the Queen so late in the evening. It's about time they experienced everything this place had to offer.

The kiss is everything he'd hoped it would be, curious and experimental. Full of passion and curiousity and it lingers long enough to be satisfying while leaving him wanting more. Elsa seems to have as much covered with her kisses and he gladly shrugs off his coat, removing his hands from her so he can pull it off and put it to the side. When his hands return, they're scooping against the sides of Elsa's face so he can cup her cheeks and hold her gaze for at least a moment.]

Forgive me if it's bold to ask.. [He trails off, a smirk tugging at his lips so she knows that he knows it's a ridiculous thing to be concerned about.] How far are you willing to go? [Some concern shows in his expression and his hand drops down, ghosting past her shoulder and back until it rests on the curve of her rear.] I don't want to cross any lines you aren't willing to see me past. [And as if to test her limits, his hand begins to knead slowly and softly.]

[andfire]

[Her eyes move between his as he holds her gaze; left, right, left. There's something distinctly searching in her expression. A light wash of goosebumps works its way down her back along with his hand, and she almost finds herself wanting to arch along with the touch -- at least until his hand settles on her rear, and she falls still.

It's an obvious limit, but she tries very, very hard to ignore it.]

You have been very kind to me. [Says the queen who obviously doesn't know what happens in her future.] Not just tonight... [She takes a small step forward so that she's lightly pressed to him, and reaches for his hand to bring it around to the small of her back; it's a little like granting him permission to hold her.] ... but you have always been very kind to me.

[She's a little mesmerized, with how close they are now, and her eyes keep moving between his as she reaches up to stroke her knuckle against the side of his face.]

I trust that you won't cross any unwarranted lines.

[Dangerous words, perhaps, but soft and truthful.

Her eyes fall to the side -- to the door leading into her bedroom -- and there's a pause before she meets his gaze again. Wordlessly, she draws away... but not without lightly taking him by the elbow along with her.]