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[envoyoftwilight]

[Her expression always grew so transparent in his presence. Ardyn knew how to appeal to her. Knew to shower her in attention. Knew to spoil her and seduce her with words instead of anything overly brazen. Knew to let her largely steer things how she wanted them to be. Even if it was all an act on his part, Midna never felt particularly threatened with a loss of control. It was one of the few relationships where she could indulge in that.

Undeniably charmed when lips pressed against her fingers, she did nothing to hide the smile that crept into her features, right up into rubied gaze.]

Is there ever a moment I don't want you to treat me? [Midna laughed and only when she thought it wisest to do so without otherwise moving him, she drew up her other hand and drew touch along the line of his jaw, marvelling at its structure and his very composition. A man somewhere between handsome and beautiful, she thought. She'd thought it many times, but she didn't oft go handing out compliments.

Either way, it seemed that attraction still remained. And perhaps she was a glutton for it, but there was something about a potential tension that lingered in the air and she enjoyed it a great deal.]

Why don't you take me on a date. It doesn't have to be for food. You don't have to buy me anything, though I certainly wouldn't object. I'm just interested in your presence. And maybe an excuse to touch you. To be touched by you.