[Liem draws in a soft breath when Jester rubs one of his ears softly between her fingers, heat creeping into his ears, his cheeks. He can’t help but feel a little bit like a pet when his ears are stroked, at least during times like this when they’re soft and furry. Especially right now, kneeling as he is in front of her like a hound at its master’s feet. But when she pulls her hand away, his look of disappointment at her rescinded touch is very nearly a pout.
His eyes follow hers as she leans back, then slowly drift down as he leans closer, bending over one elegant leg with its little heeled shoe. He’s careful about the angle of his head, conscious of the pronged antlers that have sprung up from his hair, as he grips the ribbon at her ankle between his teeth and begins to tug it free. Liem coaxes the tie undone, pressing a kiss to the side of her ankle and trailing the tip of his nose along mesh-covered skin as he moves toward the back of her foot—to tip the shoe off and into his waiting hand.]
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His eyes follow hers as she leans back, then slowly drift down as he leans closer, bending over one elegant leg with its little heeled shoe. He’s careful about the angle of his head, conscious of the pronged antlers that have sprung up from his hair, as he grips the ribbon at her ankle between his teeth and begins to tug it free. Liem coaxes the tie undone, pressing a kiss to the side of her ankle and trailing the tip of his nose along mesh-covered skin as he moves toward the back of her foot—to tip the shoe off and into his waiting hand.]