A temporary change. You have my word that I will not alter it irrevocably. [ His voice is soft but there’s a purr of promise in it as he slides his hands back along the fastenings of the mask that covers the lower half of her face. ] Close your eyes for me.
[ He waits until she does so, before he casts the temporary spell to alter it’s shape. Instead of the ornate mask that hid half her face from him, he shifts it into a thick fabric that swirled with intricate patterns, almost like lace. But it wasn’t at all sheer - it was soft, however, like silk against her skin as he slides it upwards.
The full features of her face are never revealed in the process, but instead of covering the lower half of her face, he slides the swathe of fabric upwards as a temporary blindfold instead, refastening it in place and making sure it’s tight enough to remain where he placed it. It covers her eyes, her brow, resting atop her cheeks and the bridge of her nose now.
Once he has it in place where he wants it, he lets his fingers slide free, and then downwards to trace the fullness of her parted lips, a whisper-light caress against soft, lush skin. ]
Beautiful.
[ The word is quiet, murmured against the curve of her ear once more as he keeps her pinned there, blindfolded now and forced to rely on senses other than sight to track what he does to her. He knows it will make everything more intense as a result, and he smiles against her cheek, letting her feel it. ]
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[ He waits until she does so, before he casts the temporary spell to alter it’s shape. Instead of the ornate mask that hid half her face from him, he shifts it into a thick fabric that swirled with intricate patterns, almost like lace. But it wasn’t at all sheer - it was soft, however, like silk against her skin as he slides it upwards.
The full features of her face are never revealed in the process, but instead of covering the lower half of her face, he slides the swathe of fabric upwards as a temporary blindfold instead, refastening it in place and making sure it’s tight enough to remain where he placed it. It covers her eyes, her brow, resting atop her cheeks and the bridge of her nose now.
Once he has it in place where he wants it, he lets his fingers slide free, and then downwards to trace the fullness of her parted lips, a whisper-light caress against soft, lush skin. ]
Beautiful.
[ The word is quiet, murmured against the curve of her ear once more as he keeps her pinned there, blindfolded now and forced to rely on senses other than sight to track what he does to her. He knows it will make everything more intense as a result, and he smiles against her cheek, letting her feel it. ]