Archived Roleplay:And Leira Never Happened

Keira:Keira walks out of the training arena, wearing a simple turquoise tank top and jeans, her hair in a messy ponytail. She spins her sword three times, one clockwise, one anti-clockwise, and clockwise again, and it turns to its necklace form. Sh puts it around her neck, but no matter how se tries she can't close it. "F*ck," she murmurs the swear almost absentmindedly, as the necklace slips from her fingers and falls to the ground.

Luther: After Anthony left his place Luther decided to go for a walk to clear his head. He liked Keira a lot, but Anthony made him smile more then he had in a long time.As he's walking he spots Keira she bending down to pick up something and Luther walks over to her, smiling. He kneels down next to her and reaches for the necklace, "Hey"

Keira: She jumps as she hears his voice, and glares at him, even though a smile already found its way to her lips. "You scared me." She stands up straight and dusts her jeans off, still smiling at him, careful not to let any of her frustration show on her face. She liked Luther, quite a lot on that, too, but she honestly didn't now what was it between them. They'd kissed, helll, they even slept together that one time she got a bit too drunk, but they've not spoken about any of it, not really. She was confused, frustrated and slightly irritated. But she just smiled.

Luther: When she smiles back at him he looks into her eyes, her best feature in his opinion, and suddenly he can't tell her. He couldn't hurt her like this. She had just gotten that spark back in her eyes. He smiles at her and goes behind her so he can put the necklace back on her, making sure the clip is secured. His fingers trail over her neck thoughtfully. He really didn't know what he was going to do, wanting to be with Anthony but not wanting to hurt Keira...

Keira: She hums at his touch, which surprises her a little. She bites on her lip thoughtfully, because, really, she was so lost. But she couldn't help but admit that, even though very confused, she was happy once again, after a long time. A fact that, in turn, made her even more confused and lost. Pushing those thoughts away, she brings a hand up to touch her necklace, and asks the first thing that comes to her mind. "What's up?"

Luther: Trying to remain casual he mearly shrugs, "Nothing much. " Someone who knows him well would be able to read his blank expression as a sign that somehting was definetly wrong. Luthers pokerface was so good that it was automatic tell for lying, ironic really. In truth he felt guilty, about hurting Keira, and anxious, knowing that the truth would come out eventually. Probably sooner rather then later. He turns her around and smiles at her again but it's a little forced this time.

Keira: Unfortunately for Luther, Keira does know him well. At least well enough to know that that smile is fake. She frowns and puts her hand over his shoulder in a comforting manner, before looking him in the eye. "Is everything alright, Luth?"

Luther: He puts a little more effort into the smile and places his handes on her waist pulling her close, "Course love." Then he kisses her. This is all done on instinct like it's the only way he knows how to handle these kinds of situations, by dieverting the attention from himself and the problem. So he kisses her passionatly, hoping to distract her as well as himself.

Keira: Although taken aback by this sudden turn of things, she takes little to no time to wrap both her arms around his neck, sinking her fingers into his hair and kissing him back. Gods, she'd missed him, and she really didn't realize how much until now.

Luther: He leans in her, deepening the kiss. It hadn't exactly worked. While he was somewhat distracted by the kiss all he could think about was Anthony and how he had been kissing him only seconds before, how his mouth had felt against his. The things that they had done with whip creme and chocolate syrup back at his cabin, as the thought pattern progressively gets less PG13 he begins to get *coughcoughwinkwink*

Keira: She moans softly, because, Gods, she'd forgotten how good his lips felt and tasted against hers. Her grip on him tightens and she pulls herself closer to him, their bodies touching and not much space between them. She bites on his bottom lip softly and tipsnher head a little more, changing the angle of the kiss and thus deepening it further.