The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Merrill]

"Ummm. In... in st-st-stories, there's... c-courting first?" she says meekly, feeling a bit miffed at how he just... seems to picking her for no reason, as far as she can tell.

[Carver Amell]

He blinks. "I suppose, sometimes? But sometimes the hero saves the day and gets engaged as a thank you. And um, I don't know how to court someone. But I really l-like you so... so please say yes?"

[Merrill]

"...wh-what does 'yes' m-mean?" Merrill asks, tone wary. Carver is really nice but... Overheard stories about slavers and villains has combined with snide comments and insults directed at her personally about her likely fate and what should be done with her to give her some rather understandable fears.

[Carver Amell]

"Wh-what? What do you mean what does yes mean? It means we get engaged and in a few years we get married?"

[Merrill]

"I d-don't kn-know what an eg-egam-m-ment is," Merrill whispers, not really being all that sure what being married entails either to be honest. 

[Carver Amell]

"Oh! Uh, okay, well, an engagement is when you tell everyone you're planning to be married someday. And, and you're not allowed to be alone with someone without a chaperone if you're not married except if you're engaged, it's okay, so long as you parents trust them, because you're almost married. So you can, um, do stuff, that's not, you know, proper. Together."

[Merrill]

"C-can?" Merrill says, the emphasis very clear. Then she frowns. "We're al-lone n-n-now?"

[Carver Amell]

"Uh," says Carver, blushing a bit. "W-well, Hunter, um... would stop anything from happening."

[Merrill]

Hunter flops over onto his back and wiggles deeper in Merrill's lap, begging for belly rubs. Merrill obliges, though she gives Carver a dubious look.

[Carver Amell]

"See? he's in your lap, so I can't, um, be in your lap," he says, blushing a bit -- and then more as his dragon makes its interest in Merrill's lap known. 

[Merrill]

Merrill lowers her gaze to his lap in a rather frank manner. "Uh-huh," she says absently. "Wh-what... kind of s-s-stuff?" she mumbles.

[Carver Amell]

"uh," he says, reddening. "K-kissing. And, s-stuff. Boy-girl s-stuff. Y-you know. Um. S-sex and um, m-maybe some r-ropes?"

[Merrill]

Merrill tenses, shoulders hunching. "Sex is bad," she mutters bitterly.

[Carver Amell]

Carver blinks, paling as if slapped. "It... it is?" he whispers. "I th-thought..."

[Merrill]

The elf shrugs a little, focusing on Hunter and the dragonling, muttering a slurred, 'what I was told.'