Lena
// what is to give light must endure burning //
Zavien’s hands brushed against her, and while she had every intention of melting into the movements, motions, and strokes, the tension or his strength might’ve proven to be too much. Instead of leaning into the sentiments, she felt herself go even more rigid, a hiss push past her lips, then push herself away from the touches. “Sorry,” she apologized, brow furrowing, as if something in her midst had been to blame.
The knot itself, gnarled and tense as it was, likely wasn’t going to break and dissolve under the amount of pressure given though. “If you go a little softer, it might feel better-,” no expert on massages (one could likely count on one hand how many she’d ever had – too much to do, as one might recall). “Or go easier.” For as of right now, all she wanted to do, inherently, was shy from the pushes and pulls.
The knot itself, gnarled and tense as it was, likely wasn’t going to break and dissolve under the amount of pressure given though. “If you go a little softer, it might feel better-,” no expert on massages (one could likely count on one hand how many she’d ever had – too much to do, as one might recall). “Or go easier.” For as of right now, all she wanted to do, inherently, was shy from the pushes and pulls.
