[ several months back. it aligns with what she knows of the flow of time here, but it's still strange to have it mentioned like this, when she'd seen wriothesley back home not very long ago. a couple weeks, at most. ]
So he's made a friend.
[ that's cute. ]
Yes, she is. I'm assuming you've not known her for the same amount of time as you did Wriothesley?
[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
[ it's unhurried, the way he comes back to awareness in degrees; the way she smooths her palms over his hands and arms to ease the little pinpricks, soothing the tension in his muscles from keeping still. she only relents when he shifts his arms, arching her spine a little beneath the warm press of them against her lower back. their lips brush when he speaks, his warm breath gusting gently across her skin; she almost shivers, one hand reaching behind her to find one of his and lace their fingers together. ]
I feel the same. Very good, [ she mirrors, unshy but feeling something adjacent to it. she brings their joined hands up so she can press a kiss to his knuckles and the back of his hand. ] ... I'm glad it felt good for you.
[ she's still unused to it—laying him out like that, subject to her pace. her inexperience shows despite how she tries to consider him and his comfort as much as she can. ]
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@bedroll
I can see that.
And I see you're looking for someone to spar with, as well.
I'd like to offer, if you've the time.
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sorry for the delay!! feel free to let this go if it's been too long
no worries; event plotting always buries folks!
bless u π₯Ή
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@philancer
[ several months back. it aligns with what she knows of the flow of time here, but it's still strange to have it mentioned like this, when she'd seen wriothesley back home not very long ago. a couple weeks, at most. ]
So he's made a friend.
[ that's cute. ]
Yes, she is.
I'm assuming you've not known her for the same amount of time as you did Wriothesley?
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@unionized
I've been working for him for some time, yes.
Unfortunately, he also has no concept of work/life balance.
@statuscrow
[ she's never been shy about what she likes, nor is she shy about getting it, either; desire is clear in her gaze as she watches him approach, head tilted slightly while her tail coils in lazy arcs behind her. heat radiates off him in waves, but rather than it being scalding, it feels more like a warm caress against her body, like hot palms smoothing down the length of her back and the curve of her thighs. her skin flushes with it, soft pink seeping down her neck to her chest and disappearing beneath the hem of the fur shawl covering the swell of her breasts. ]
It is. [ he's taller in this form, having to tilt her head back a little to meet his gaze. anyone would be intimidated by the breadth of him, the sinister glow in his chest, but clorinde isn't anyone. nor is she inclined to be afraid of something that looks good enough to eat. ] But I think it's a little more bearable, now.
[ her lips, painted a deep and rich purple, curl into something too self-satisfied to be a smile. he curls a lock of her hair around his finger and she steps closer, her hands finding purchase on his chest. she hums low, an almost purr at how warm he is, and it doesn't take very much at all to imagine what that warmth would feel like inside of her as she looks up at him beneath the veil of her lashes. ]
Would you like to find out?
I apologize the new sylus myth grabbed me by the throat
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[ it's unhurried, the way he comes back to awareness in degrees; the way she smooths her palms over his hands and arms to ease the little pinpricks, soothing the tension in his muscles from keeping still. she only relents when he shifts his arms, arching her spine a little beneath the warm press of them against her lower back. their lips brush when he speaks, his warm breath gusting gently across her skin; she almost shivers, one hand reaching behind her to find one of his and lace their fingers together. ]
I feel the same. Very good, [ she mirrors, unshy but feeling something adjacent to it. she brings their joined hands up so she can press a kiss to his knuckles and the back of his hand. ] ... I'm glad it felt good for you.
[ she's still unused to it—laying him out like that, subject to her pace. her inexperience shows despite how she tries to consider him and his comfort as much as she can. ]
Thank you for trusting me.