Dahlia hums her agreement and approval - an encyclopaedia and a treatise are not bad things to have, even if they are tools wielded for distraction rather than information in this moment. With a gentle nod, the plans are set in motion - for Vox and Rafael, for Pierce upon her council, for Everest to keep himself close - though she all but freezes at the too-gentle fingers that capture her jaw. "I can do that," she assures Dorian, the warmth of her skin ever at odds with her ivory complexion and the fire in her eyes.
It's a delicate balance; the smell of ozone before a lightning strike, the inhale before a scream, but he's gone again before that moment can be grasped and squeezed. Letting her breath go only when Dorian finally steps back again, the Reaper turns back to her desk despite the magnetic pull his touch produces within her, a soft thumb grazing the brutal splinters she's left in the wood. "As am I," she purrs, leaving her fingers to trail the varnish as she steps back around to sit. "It has been far too long since last we worked together."
~FIN
It's a delicate balance; the smell of ozone before a lightning strike, the inhale before a scream, but he's gone again before that moment can be grasped and squeezed. Letting her breath go only when Dorian finally steps back again, the Reaper turns back to her desk despite the magnetic pull his touch produces within her, a soft thumb grazing the brutal splinters she's left in the wood. "As am I," she purrs, leaving her fingers to trail the varnish as she steps back around to sit. "It has been far too long since last we worked together."
~FIN
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
