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#theotae probs only gets like this when people are annoying about her relationship status
iironwreath · 1 year
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Assert [Iona]
Iona patrolled the gallery at its outskirts, arms folded behind her back. When she circled close to Theotae’s current group on one loop, Theotae’s posture changed. Irritation flashed across her face, quick as a spark from a fire, then gone. She caught Iona’s gaze, purposefully seeking her out. 
“Centurion,” she called. “Would you come stand by me a moment, please?”
Iona approached. She wasn’t worried, only curious. A challenge had taken residence in Theotae’s eyes, firm and decided. Her feet were already trotting over before she had a chance to read the situation or guess what could have led up to it.
At arm's length, Theotae took her by the waist and swept her in against her side, head turned to catch her mouth in a kiss. Iona started, then smiled, warmth and familiarity taking precedence over surprise. She rested a hand on Theotae’s sternum. It was a polite kiss, lips only—demonstrative, but no less affectionate. 
Theotae drew away first, batting her eyelashes. She thrust her gaze back onto the elven noble standing opposite them, hand still firmly clamped around Iona’s waist. 
“Does that answer your questions?” she asked curtly, brooking no room for negotiation. The man gulped, then nodded, backing off. Iona blinked out of her daze.
“Will that be all, my lady?” she asked, trying not to look or feel or sound smug.
Theotae grinned with all the smugness Iona repressed, her eyes glittering. “Yes, Centurion, thank you.”
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