[oom] Room 417

[riversinger]

[cont'd from here]

He runs through his mental check-list one more time while wondering if he's missed something or if he could add something else. Fireplace. He turns the flames on, setting them to low and casting faint shadows across the furniture.

Perfect. He heads for the door and puts one hand on the knob before he smirks and leans against the

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[captainryan]

He grins and opens the door, headtilting amusedly at seeing her so close to the wood. He's still leaning against the wall himself, on odd mirror image.

"I'd know you anywhere," he says confidently as Dam trots in.

[riversinger]

She breathes him in, drinks in the sight of him, her own scent rich and deep with emotion. But she hangs back, mirroring his grin, content to watch for the moment.

Unconsciously, her head drops just a bit and she looks at him from beneath her brow.

"Can I come in?"

[captainryan]

He blinks once, meeting her eyes. There's still hints of the forest on her, both the primaeval and the Scottish, layered over her own scent. It clings to him, too, a complex tapestry of where they've been that day, made all the richer for their emotional scents seeping through.

It's a heady mixture.

He nods silently, savouring those smells, delighted in knowing she can, too.

[riversinger]

She drops her gaze to the floor, smiling as she crosses the threshold. She keeps her hands in her pockets as she leans up to brush her chin against his.

contentment, curiosity, playfulness, devotionShe's been in this space before, but never before has it felt so much like coming home.