HARPER
As she shifts her features into another form, he can only grin all the brighter, because she is still so beautiful - adorable, really - even in this blurred space between creature and maiden. "Does that make you the beast and me the beauty then? Because I'll be very kind and spare you," he promises impishly, enjoying the tug of war of strength between them. Knowing she can hold her own against his wiles and fortitude alike. Unfrightened, emboldened, completely taken in by her regardless of her form. And the heat that takes over her cheeks, the moment of shock that he catches before she controls it, makes it all worthwhile.
Her stillness is the trap that he falls into easily, and he yips a startled sound that devolves into boyish giggles as she immediately spins him and recaptures him in one smooth motion. Feeling young and foolish, not the trained man he knows himself to be, against this admittedly suave maneuver. Now it is his turn to flush brightly, though his smile never falters and his glassy eyes cannot bear to leave her face. As she presses against him he is pressed up against the desk, flustered and definitely in over his head, but happy to drown wherever she deigns to push him down. "I'd enjoy whatever you give me, my huntress," he teases, a bit breathless with the subtle laughter still coursing through his chest, the anticipation and excitement of meeting his match. Leaning back against the desk and pulling his wrists closer to his own body, trying to urge her to press even more fully against his front, perhaps enough to try and turn the tables. But he doesn't hold out much hope there.
Her stillness is the trap that he falls into easily, and he yips a startled sound that devolves into boyish giggles as she immediately spins him and recaptures him in one smooth motion. Feeling young and foolish, not the trained man he knows himself to be, against this admittedly suave maneuver. Now it is his turn to flush brightly, though his smile never falters and his glassy eyes cannot bear to leave her face. As she presses against him he is pressed up against the desk, flustered and definitely in over his head, but happy to drown wherever she deigns to push him down. "I'd enjoy whatever you give me, my huntress," he teases, a bit breathless with the subtle laughter still coursing through his chest, the anticipation and excitement of meeting his match. Leaning back against the desk and pulling his wrists closer to his own body, trying to urge her to press even more fully against his front, perhaps enough to try and turn the tables. But he doesn't hold out much hope there.
this is your ocean, an ocean of night
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
