"Dorian," she repeats, just as he had done, though his name falls from her lips like a prayer. "And Dahlia. I think they make a good match." She stands, relishing the heat their bodies kindle between them, the way his fingers in her dark hair are starting to hurt so good. And at his sudden withdrawal, the laugh that's been building in her throat finally spills forth, a chiming, full bodied thing. Contagious.
"They shan't get any cleaner, Dorian." Stepping away and onto the crunch of freshly fallen snow, it's with a sensual roll of the shoulders that she sets off into the night. Never too far - never out of earshot, in truth - but circling him like a moon in orbit around a planet, she's a scout, a protector, a shadow to his shadow.
Ludi incipiant, Caido.
~FIN
"They shan't get any cleaner, Dorian." Stepping away and onto the crunch of freshly fallen snow, it's with a sensual roll of the shoulders that she sets off into the night. Never too far - never out of earshot, in truth - but circling him like a moon in orbit around a planet, she's a scout, a protector, a shadow to his shadow.
Ludi incipiant, Caido.
~FIN
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
