Willow Estelle Kinsley
Location: Beowulf Estate - Amarillo, TX
Currently:Fit
“I didn’t see any rules against this,” Willow’s lips form a tight line as she clenches her jaw, feeling her eyes gloss over. The boar-born man hand holds her tight enough that she starts to feel pain in her waist. One look at Mister Everett would show that he wanted to hear her yelp in pain but she’s not going to grant him that.
“Besides, she should get used to this kind of handling instead of trying to shout uselessly.” If a bunny could look menacing, it would surely by close to the expression Willow’s face contorts into as she glares openly at the toad of a man. A voice behind her gives her pause before her or Rowan do something they might end up regretting.
“And here I thought we’d banned all the brutes when we kicked the Conans out last time.” Aethel says coolly, his face void of any of its usual charisma.
“Our Jewel hardly ever raises her voice, Mister Everett.”Willow peeks over her shoulder towards the Beowulf.
“It hurts…” She mouths. Aethel glances past her to see Rowan and makes quick work grabbing Everett to pull him back while pushing Willow towards the wolf.
Xavier’s cheeks color just a little as he blinks before he clears his throat.
“Oh, um, thank you.” He says, his gaze shifting to look at Killian briefly.
“Maybe you could… recommend a good one for me?” He tries his best to sound casual as he asks, but then his mind wanders as he starts thinking of how perfect of an excuse it is for Killian to touch him more.