(Backdated) Emma, Namor | Labor Day Loglet
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xp_logsEmma and Namor share a brief moment.
A polite "ahem" broke the serenity of this corner of the pool — an umbrella and cabana-filled space set aside from the bustle of the other holiday activities, to where the most discerning residents could relax in the sun and bid farewell to summer.
The man, or Atlantean-rather, stood silhouetted in the afternoon sun's rays with one hand behind a broad, muscled back, and the other holding a tray with several options for refreshments. Namor actually didn't stand out at all being shirtless in the present poolside company, but his demeanor still remained more shark than fish.
"This is the smallest of what I can offer you," he stated playfully.
Emma's day was decidedly trending positively. It had been far too long since running Frost Enterprises had given her even a few moments to relax, but now she was settled down on a comfortable recliner, the sun umbrella tilted just right to make sure no unsightly bikini tan lines would be appearing on her pale skin. Sitting near the pool had given her the chance to appreciate the view and now… well now, the view was up close and personal and offering her a tray with an assortment of delightful snacks.
Emma very much appreciated a delightful snack.
"My darling Imperius Rex," Emma purred, "I’m sure you’d never offer me anything that wasn’t a delicious mouthful. At least." Her teeth gleamed white and sharp in her sudden smile.
The smile returned was equal parts fangs to her own. "The bounty of the sea is endless, but you are a woman who deserves only pearls."
Namor set the tray down, and light cascaded ridiculously off of the green metallic speedo he was wearing — its fabric layered like little interlocking scales. He deftly refilled Emma's water glass from a glass carafe.
Emma leaned forward and took a tiny morsel off the tray. “And why would I need pearls when the greatest treasure of the sea stands before me, in all of his majesty and power?” she asked, arching an eyebrow in question.
This made Namor's smile only sharpen more. "Imagine all the diamonds of land and the pearls of the sea for your own. Hmm... no. It is true you require no crown or throne to remain a queen."
His blue-grey eyes flashed as he brushed her hand, retrieving a treat for himself.
"But, imagine."
A polite "ahem" broke the serenity of this corner of the pool — an umbrella and cabana-filled space set aside from the bustle of the other holiday activities, to where the most discerning residents could relax in the sun and bid farewell to summer.
The man, or Atlantean-rather, stood silhouetted in the afternoon sun's rays with one hand behind a broad, muscled back, and the other holding a tray with several options for refreshments. Namor actually didn't stand out at all being shirtless in the present poolside company, but his demeanor still remained more shark than fish.
"This is the smallest of what I can offer you," he stated playfully.
Emma's day was decidedly trending positively. It had been far too long since running Frost Enterprises had given her even a few moments to relax, but now she was settled down on a comfortable recliner, the sun umbrella tilted just right to make sure no unsightly bikini tan lines would be appearing on her pale skin. Sitting near the pool had given her the chance to appreciate the view and now… well now, the view was up close and personal and offering her a tray with an assortment of delightful snacks.
Emma very much appreciated a delightful snack.
"My darling Imperius Rex," Emma purred, "I’m sure you’d never offer me anything that wasn’t a delicious mouthful. At least." Her teeth gleamed white and sharp in her sudden smile.
The smile returned was equal parts fangs to her own. "The bounty of the sea is endless, but you are a woman who deserves only pearls."
Namor set the tray down, and light cascaded ridiculously off of the green metallic speedo he was wearing — its fabric layered like little interlocking scales. He deftly refilled Emma's water glass from a glass carafe.
Emma leaned forward and took a tiny morsel off the tray. “And why would I need pearls when the greatest treasure of the sea stands before me, in all of his majesty and power?” she asked, arching an eyebrow in question.
This made Namor's smile only sharpen more. "Imagine all the diamonds of land and the pearls of the sea for your own. Hmm... no. It is true you require no crown or throne to remain a queen."
His blue-grey eyes flashed as he brushed her hand, retrieving a treat for himself.
"But, imagine."
