Lauriel hesitates a little longer, even as she unconsciously leans towards the warmth of the taller woman, looking up at her and blinking hazel eyes at her before she nods and reaches out to take The Doll’s hand in hers. Her exploration is slow at first. Running her touch over The Doll’s palm and up each finger, testing each joint with a little more force as she twists and turns her around, glancing up each time to make sure that no she isn’t hurting The Doll and that no she doesn’t mind. A smile slowly worms it’s way onto her face as she appreciates the impeccable craftsmanship of The Doll, letting herself forget for a moment her worries and exhaustion as she shares this moment with her, breathing in the Lumenflower and enjoying the scent even as her thoughts gain a little haze around the edges.
Emboldened, she lets go of The Doll’s hand and shifts her exploration higher, feeling along her shoulder and testing the joints there with a little more force. She’s delighted to find how tight the construction is, though a part of her mind itches with the desire to find out what it would be like to pull her apart. She applies a little more force, as she shifts her fingers over her shoulder towards The Dolls neck, as should she wished to peel away the plate there before she jerks her fingers away with an apologetic noise, glancing upwards.
“Sorry, my thoughts are wandering a little… may I?” She gestures upwards, a request to continue exploring as her cheeks flush with red. The last thing she wants is to hurt her new friend, but the next to last thing she wants is to stop. If she receives permission, she’ll shift a little closer, taking a deep breath and letting her heartbeat calm as she reaches out to run her fingers over The Doll’s faceplate. She rubs her thumbs along her cheek, brushing over her ears as she trails gentle fingers along her chin, swipes her fingers along those painted lips and imagines for a moment that there’s plump lips beneath her touch… warm and receptive.
“Thank you” She whispers, during her examinations. “I knew another who had dolls like you, real enough to be mistaken, but they were not so… beautiful as you. They couldn’t move on their own. Whoever your maker is, they must have poured their love into you, It’s clear from the effort and quality in your every piece…”
Permission Granted! She's rambling just a little as well.
Emboldened, she lets go of The Doll’s hand and shifts her exploration higher, feeling along her shoulder and testing the joints there with a little more force. She’s delighted to find how tight the construction is, though a part of her mind itches with the desire to find out what it would be like to pull her apart. She applies a little more force, as she shifts her fingers over her shoulder towards The Dolls neck, as should she wished to peel away the plate there before she jerks her fingers away with an apologetic noise, glancing upwards.
“Sorry, my thoughts are wandering a little… may I?” She gestures upwards, a request to continue exploring as her cheeks flush with red. The last thing she wants is to hurt her new friend, but the next to last thing she wants is to stop. If she receives permission, she’ll shift a little closer, taking a deep breath and letting her heartbeat calm as she reaches out to run her fingers over The Doll’s faceplate. She rubs her thumbs along her cheek, brushing over her ears as she trails gentle fingers along her chin, swipes her fingers along those painted lips and imagines for a moment that there’s plump lips beneath her touch… warm and receptive.
“Thank you” She whispers, during her examinations. “I knew another who had dolls like you, real enough to be mistaken, but they were not so… beautiful as you. They couldn’t move on their own. Whoever your maker is, they must have poured their love into you, It’s clear from the effort and quality in your every piece…”