Julius + Maeve Sunrise Oh that was different. Had he ever managed to make any incarnation of hers blush besides Yukio? Mark this down as a very nice accomplishment, warmth pooling in his chest as much from the blush in her cheeks as for the hushed whisper of his name. Strangely, he found he wished it had been Thistle, rather than Julius, but he supposed he could have that later.
He could practically see the gears turning in her head, which made his heartbeat pick up, anticipating some very interesting nights ahead indeed. He didn't even mind the prospect of whatever plans she was hatching being a surprise. Almost. The smirk softened to a warm grin as she laced her fingers through his. It was probably the first time anyone had told him that, and his heart pounded painfully from it, a strange lump forming in his throat that he quickly swallowed down with a drink from his glass. "I hope so."
"No, I suppose you haven't." It kept coming up, and yet an opportunity hadn't presented itself yet. Pity. He'd bet she'd look good on the dance floor. Any one of the many hers. That glance of hers--a return of the one he'd given her that had the color rising in her cheeks--sent a pleasant chill down his spine, heart skipping a beat or two in the process. He pulled her hand to his lips, brushing them against her knuckles as he spoke, "I wouldn't have it any other way, a mhuirnĂn," before turning her hand over in his to press a kiss to the thin skin of her wrist, finally letting their hands drop back down when she handed him the glass. He took another sip a wry grin forming around the glass. "I make no promises I'll notice the sunrise, but I'll still sit with you."