[The shove back takes him a bit by surprise, golden eyes widening slightly. He opens his mouth to say something along the lines of "Well you have a funny way of hating someone", when he's shoved again, feeling rock press against his back.
He remembers the solstices just as well as she does, remembers dancing around the community fires and having more fun than he can remember having as a boy. Remembers the flutter in his chest and the tug in his stomach that he'd only once felt towards Astrid. For someone who had sworn by sword, his heart had been easily swayed.
You're wrong, Merida. I'm not the one doing the swaying. Never have been.
Her lips come crashing down on his and he goes a bit rigid before he brings his hands up to cup the midsection of her waist, pushing back against her with equal force. His buck teeth scrape her bottom lip, even as he pulls her flush against him. The fearling in his head hisses, but he ignores it in favor of biting her mouth, of bruising lips that have tormented him for centuries.]
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He remembers the solstices just as well as she does, remembers dancing around the community fires and having more fun than he can remember having as a boy. Remembers the flutter in his chest and the tug in his stomach that he'd only once felt towards Astrid. For someone who had sworn by sword, his heart had been easily swayed.
You're wrong, Merida. I'm not the one doing the swaying. Never have been.
Her lips come crashing down on his and he goes a bit rigid before he brings his hands up to cup the midsection of her waist, pushing back against her with equal force. His buck teeth scrape her bottom lip, even as he pulls her flush against him. The fearling in his head hisses, but he ignores it in favor of biting her mouth, of bruising lips that have tormented him for centuries.]