A challenge is, in many ways, all that Éowyn has ever sought, and this is a sweeter challenge than most. She is taken by surprise - she has, after all, never been kissed in such a way before at all, and it makes her slow to react - but as soon as she has caught her footing, she answers so enthusiastically that there is a brief, ugly bruising of teeth and lip, all else forgotten in favour of the crush of mouth on mouth. Her lips part without thought, and her hand comes up to card through Mercutio's short hair, finding purchase there to hold their faces together.
She has held herself back countless times - not only from Mercutio, although the thought has occurred, but from every such impulse. She has been graceful and restrained all her life, and she had known that she wished to be kissed, but only now is she fully aware of just how much hunger has built up over the years: it seems to her that she could devour her bride, consume her with the force of that need. The second time her teeth graze Mercutio's lip, it is not an accident.
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Date: 2025-06-06 09:39 pm (UTC)She has held herself back countless times - not only from Mercutio, although the thought has occurred, but from every such impulse. She has been graceful and restrained all her life, and she had known that she wished to be kissed, but only now is she fully aware of just how much hunger has built up over the years: it seems to her that she could devour her bride, consume her with the force of that need. The second time her teeth graze Mercutio's lip, it is not an accident.