Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-28358106-20170806061145

(S9/Lil/Ant) Thomas looks up at the sound of the voice. "What the heck was that, audio effects? Well, sounds like things are about to start.  I was going to go find Regina and join her at the beach, but I'll stay here and root you on instead." He begins digging in a pocket.

"Oh...My Lord, you don't have to hold up on my account! This is just a small bout, it's nothing to concern yourself with..." Antoinette says, but something creeps into the edge of her voice that says she very much wants him to stay.

"Aww, come on, Antoinette! We're not gonna just leave you!" Lucida says. "We can't be somewhere else if we can be here for you!"

"Absolutely." Thomas pulls a pristine handkerchief from his pocket. Gesturing for Antoinette to come closer, she does so, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He gingerly picks up her right hand and ties the handkerchief around her gauntlet's wrist. He finishes by holding her hand, pressed between both of his own, and smiles.

"There you are. A token of luck from your patron, for his brave Lady Fair." He lifts her hand and presses its glittering armored fingers to his lips.

Time stands still. Everyone but him can hear her swallow hard. A bead of sweat runs down the side of her face. Lilrava could swear she sees steam rising from the collar of her armor.

"Knock 'em dead! Well, not really." Thomas lets go and, taking Lucida's hand, trots off to the stands with the others in tow.

Antoinette turns back around, slowly. She simply stands there, her arms hanging limp. She is quietly panting, her mouth open sligtly as she stares into space.

"...He kissed my hand..." she squeaks.