Private Finished New Years Resolutions

Samara was laughing at him, this was good. Sobbing in her room was no way to spend the end of the year. This was a win as far as he was concerned.

"You look absolutely divine," he answered while attempting to stifle laughter of his own. This was only interrupted by her asking him out. Part of him wanted to tell her "no". He hadn't dated in a very long time if for no other reason than he didn't feel good enough for that. Several people were already under the assumption that he was pursuing her. And it was also a fresh start. Part of him was telling him not to do it, but an equally loud portion was telling him to try it.

"You're serious aren't you?" he fidgeted, fussing with his gloves. "Everyone already thinks I'm pursuing you. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you. There also would be something wrong with me if I just turned you down."

"I'd be honored Samara Arore."

@Foxy

"I like your accent, your voice is soothing and you really should try singing sometime," he looked at her thoughtfully. Things had taken an unexpected turn, but it wasn't a bad one. This could be good for both of them. "Yes! Dancing and music, it just wouldn't be proper without that. Someplace private though so we can talk too. I mean, I do frequent a place that happens to have those things. Won't this interfere with your full moon prep though?"

It was a concern he'd just thought of. Considering it was the day right after the holiday. "I... we can postpone until afterwards if you want. They're gonna be expanding the place while you're gone anyway...."

He gestured for her to follow him into the living room, and began laying out the party supplies as well as a pair of cocktail glasses. "I think this year my goal's just going to be to try and see myself the way you see me," he started mixing a cocktail for the both of them. "Carrying around all this self loathing is...tiring."

He poured the beverage into the two glasses and slid one in Sam's general direction.

@Foxy

Gwyn stopped dead in his tracks and looked at her. She was thinking of what? There was suddenly conflict again. It came as a bit of a surprise when people actually found out, but Gwyn wasn't one for direct skin contact. It was part of why he dressed the way he did. It was a hurdle he knew he'd have to overcome if he wanted any sense of normalcy. He was dead, other people couldn't necessarily smell it but he could. He smelled it all the time.

"Alright," he removed his gloves and set them down. He wasn't really sure why he was moving to this idea and not away from it. They both had aversions to touching people, things, whatever. It was his dragon side telling him to accept the challenge. "I thought we would just move slow for a little bit, assuming this- we take off. That's a lot of touching, Samara. But then again, hiding out in some gross cave in the dead of winter sounds less than ideal. I was not expecting this at all."

Gwyn nodded, maybe it was better if he didn't ask. "Well, ah... I guess what I'm trying to say is if you're ready I'll be ready too," he extended his hand as if to take hers if she felt inclined.

@Foxy

"Oh no, no I didn't mean it like that! I meant like on your terms, when you're most comfortable with it," Gwyn gestured defensively, as if trying to wave away the idea altogether. He wasn't going to press the issue, it would come up when it was time for it to come up. "Hand holding isn't bad though," he answered as she gripped his hand only to quickly pull back. Her hand was warm, soft, alive. He may have pulled away himself if she didn't beat him to it.

"No need to apologize, we've been kind of flirting for only a few minutes now. Maybe we can get special gloves. Or I could carry hand sanitizer?" he suggested. This was such a strange situation. Gwyn was still determined to accommodate Samara with anything that may come up. "This is kind of off topic but, you know you don't need legs to dance with me. Dancing is just fun, you know? Besides, I have enough moves for the both of us."

@Foxy

"But Samara, this is your life. What Corsalyn makes fun of you for being able to get around in tight spaces easier? I always forget that's a trick you have until you mention it or do it. But I'm getting off topic... you can't let what they think run your life. I mean you're their sibling, but you're also your own person too," he moved closer to her. "Personally I think you should practice your craft more. And you have really nice legs and an ass that won't quit..."

Was he blushing? He was probably blushing, he looked away from her briefly. "I don't care what form you're in, I'd dance with you because it's you," he said after a moment, turning to look her in her eyes with a confident smile. "Just do what makes you most comfortable. I didn't mean to bring you back to feeling like the odd one out with your sisters though... I'm sorry."

@Foxy