[ A skill that an intergalactic diplomat masters is to be rid of their personal biases in terms of appearances, that no one race is more attractive than the other -- that none of them are particularly attractive. Bonds are forged through deliberate work in the relationship, and not through fleeting emotional and physiological reactions...
But Allura had been staring as she sees Shiro stand and get himself together, and the drug tells her that he is the most desirable thing that her eyes has set upon. When he approaches, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I've done this before. This is just like before. I'll be okay. Get the restraints on him, activate the bracelet, get on with the call, retreat... But when she opens them again, seeing Shiro standing in front of her, the breath she releases comes with a small whine, and she takes to holding the restraints in both her hands, on the defense, shifting backward. Don't look at me... She breathes in and-- damn him, if he isn't the sweetest thing that has come under her senses in forever, and Allura finds herself starved. Even the sound of his voice bids her to think things she wouldn't say out loud in polite company. ]
It's nothing. [ Her gaze shifts to the right and down. Her cheek markings take on a warmer hue, and the lines of her eyes look like they trapped drops of sunlight, traits attractive to her own kind. Clock's ticking. There is no one behind her, and nothing apart from the harem room where the call will take place. ] Had a drop too much. Part of the act. Nothing to worry about.
[ She isn't lying. But if she had let the drug talk, no conversation would be taking place at all, and to hell with Zarkon's call. Not my lover, not my friend...
With that mantra in mind, she sets the restraints apart. The cords shimmer with her quintessence, ready to take on her mental command, to work fast in binding him again. The better to have Shiro keep his hands to himself at the least because she does not know what she will do if he touches her. ]
This first.
[ She lifts the bundle of cords in front of her, limp at first; but at her quintessence's command, they will unravel like snakes come to life, made to snap tightly first around Shiro's arms and torso, then snake around to bring his hands behind his back. ]
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But Allura had been staring as she sees Shiro stand and get himself together, and the drug tells her that he is the most desirable thing that her eyes has set upon. When he approaches, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. I've done this before. This is just like before. I'll be okay. Get the restraints on him, activate the bracelet, get on with the call, retreat... But when she opens them again, seeing Shiro standing in front of her, the breath she releases comes with a small whine, and she takes to holding the restraints in both her hands, on the defense, shifting backward. Don't look at me... She breathes in and-- damn him, if he isn't the sweetest thing that has come under her senses in forever, and Allura finds herself starved. Even the sound of his voice bids her to think things she wouldn't say out loud in polite company. ]
It's nothing. [ Her gaze shifts to the right and down. Her cheek markings take on a warmer hue, and the lines of her eyes look like they trapped drops of sunlight, traits attractive to her own kind. Clock's ticking. There is no one behind her, and nothing apart from the harem room where the call will take place. ] Had a drop too much. Part of the act. Nothing to worry about.
[ She isn't lying. But if she had let the drug talk, no conversation would be taking place at all, and to hell with Zarkon's call. Not my lover, not my friend...
With that mantra in mind, she sets the restraints apart. The cords shimmer with her quintessence, ready to take on her mental command, to work fast in binding him again. The better to have Shiro keep his hands to himself at the least because she does not know what she will do if he touches her. ]
This first.
[ She lifts the bundle of cords in front of her, limp at first; but at her quintessence's command, they will unravel like snakes come to life, made to snap tightly first around Shiro's arms and torso, then snake around to bring his hands behind his back. ]