i wanted to be ruined —
a little more than i wanted
— to be loved
His gaze is hard to read, but that’s fine by her. Her own is made of ice and glaciers, not unlike the sea of glass here, but it softens as soon as he approaches to take the glass. Her head tilts up to follow his line of sight, hand still outstretched to give him the glass when he deigns to take it. He approaches, and she can see the hint of a wolf in the step, a predator that fights against the scavenger within her and her own predator skins, but the adrenaline it pumps is worth it. Her heart thuds a bit more, stronger now as his fingers brush by her own — so slow, calloused from both weaponry and something else she can’t distinguish.
The time seems to stand still when the warmth of his hand fills her own, until it’s empty and he offers a cheers, quiet and rough that has her smirking from behind the glass she lifts to her lips, her empty hand reaching out to his chest now to write something back. Cheers. And when the liquid hits her lips, it’s both sweet and wonderful, so reminiscent of the bakery that she’s taken back a moment by it, the flutter of surprise paired with a glance up toward him with that very same smirk.
How did he know?
The first sip is delicate, to try it out. The second is a bit more to absolutely enjoy it before she pulls the glass away and gives him a wolfish smile, the hand at his chest lingering as she debates between tangling her fingers into his clothes and pulling him to her or if it would be too forward. So instead, it lingers there, head tilted back to look up at him, leaning back a small amount more against the desk and tilting her head a brief amount with a bit more expanse of pale skin revealed.
The time seems to stand still when the warmth of his hand fills her own, until it’s empty and he offers a cheers, quiet and rough that has her smirking from behind the glass she lifts to her lips, her empty hand reaching out to his chest now to write something back. Cheers. And when the liquid hits her lips, it’s both sweet and wonderful, so reminiscent of the bakery that she’s taken back a moment by it, the flutter of surprise paired with a glance up toward him with that very same smirk.
How did he know?
The first sip is delicate, to try it out. The second is a bit more to absolutely enjoy it before she pulls the glass away and gives him a wolfish smile, the hand at his chest lingering as she debates between tangling her fingers into his clothes and pulling him to her or if it would be too forward. So instead, it lingers there, head tilted back to look up at him, leaning back a small amount more against the desk and tilting her head a brief amount with a bit more expanse of pale skin revealed.
KIADA
No permission needed for power play!
Feel free to use magic/force on Kiada, without killing her <3
