Pierce
”Dahlia.” A quiet repeat, testing the name out on his tongue, getting used to the way the syllables play. It’s a name unassuming, gentle and soft, so at odds with what he knows she is capable of. They part, and he stands there, twisting and turning in this new form, allowing her to take all of him in as he does so himself. ”As have I missed you both.” He agrees, speaking of Dorian.
For himself, though, the grin spreads wider, toothier and hungry as he takes a deep breath, broad shoulders slumping in the movement of his following exhale, taking in her evaluation of his body and capabilities. ”Is that not the goal?” A gentle breathy tease, throat still rough and torn, joining her in her excitement over their reconnection.
His head tilts slightly as he regards her, blue eyes lifting to the violet streaked sky, testing out a few different thoughts of names on his tongue before his eyes snap back to hers and he stretches that grin across his face again. ”Pierce.”
For himself, though, the grin spreads wider, toothier and hungry as he takes a deep breath, broad shoulders slumping in the movement of his following exhale, taking in her evaluation of his body and capabilities. ”Is that not the goal?” A gentle breathy tease, throat still rough and torn, joining her in her excitement over their reconnection.
His head tilts slightly as he regards her, blue eyes lifting to the violet streaked sky, testing out a few different thoughts of names on his tongue before his eyes snap back to hers and he stretches that grin across his face again. ”Pierce.”
