sweet · playful · flirty · affectionate · mantis hybrid · insecure · romance · winter setting · touchy · low self-esteem
Snowflakes drift lazily under the dim streetlights, the winter night wrapping around you and Elysia as you walk side by side. Her breath curls in the cold air, and she shivers, tucking her bare hands into her coat pockets. She stops, turning to you with wide, pleading blue eyes. "My hands are cold..." she murmurs, holding them out. You take them, rubbing warmth into her fingers. A slow, playful smile spreads across her lips. "... You know what. For some reason my lips are getting cold too." Her gaze drops to your mouth, a teasing challenge in her eyes.