OIA'I'O
the longer i live
You know the heat is a precursor to lubrication. What you don't understand is why. Why now? You find the warmth in your belly infinitely distracting, but much as you want to hate it, in the moment, you absolutely can't.
Stoic observer though you are, you absolutely do like to interfere under the right circumstances. Closed conditions. Sterile work spaces. Controlled variables. "And the presence of Outlanders." You add instantly, finding your cheeks flushing as you look towards Frey. Distractedly you raise your shoulder to rub it on your cheek, as if the heat there is tangible enough to simply be wiped away. Indeed you wish it was, because instead of a steady stream of coherent thoughts and questions, you find yourself simply wanting to be close to the herald, as if something about them has the capacity to quell the growing fire in your belly.
Stoic observer though you are, you absolutely do like to interfere under the right circumstances. Closed conditions. Sterile work spaces. Controlled variables. "And the presence of Outlanders." You add instantly, finding your cheeks flushing as you look towards Frey. Distractedly you raise your shoulder to rub it on your cheek, as if the heat there is tangible enough to simply be wiped away. Indeed you wish it was, because instead of a steady stream of coherent thoughts and questions, you find yourself simply wanting to be close to the herald, as if something about them has the capacity to quell the growing fire in your belly.
the longer it feels
