There's a riot somewhere in the background, he's sure of it. It's faraway. Bizarre and incommunicable, that's the connection between him and Annie. He wouldn't pin it as romantic, it's nothing close to that. It's just as intoxicating. A damn drug as he gets caught up in the weave of her desperation and her guilt and her insatiability. He knew the feelings all too well. He ran headfirst into Insomnia, into the Kingsglaive, just a day after the attacks on Galahd. He'd been desperate, then, to do so much better and to not fail so horribly. Maybe he was still desperate now to cling to his Galahdian roots, though those roots had burned long ago. The desperation shone brightly in gleams like faraway, dying stars, in his braids, in the myriad of linear tattoos on his back, his arm, his legs, his fingers, his ears.
The emotions aren't new to him. They're reflected and refracted in the focus and the thread between them. Is it really an out of body experience when you're still solidly in place?
Nyx moves. Nyx reacts. Nyx responds in kind. They needed to be out of their clothes already. The instincts leading him on mix with the heartbeats and racing waves of lust.
He didn't smoke, but he drank coffee black as the blood of the daemons and then some. The taste is familiar to him. Her callused fingers aren't unlike his own, either. He needed those hands raking down his back and pinning him down. What's the worst she could do?
What's the worst he could take?
His hands grip her thighs and he lifts her with ease. Nyx isn't the type to really shy away. It's a short life he's got now, confirmed twice over. No family. No home. What else is there to lose anymore? He's reckless and when he's in deep, he's suspended and breathing the chaos as if it were his own. Moving with the storm, stalwart and surviving by stepping in time with the pace of the wind and the lightning.
If they go too far? It's something he can cross later. It's her she's concerned with and how her legs are wrapped around him.
He doesn't answer her. Her just presses his lips to hers as his reply.]
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Date: 2017-05-20 05:47 am (UTC)Hardly.
There's a riot somewhere in the background, he's sure of it. It's faraway. Bizarre and incommunicable, that's the connection between him and Annie. He wouldn't pin it as romantic, it's nothing close to that. It's just as intoxicating. A damn drug as he gets caught up in the weave of her desperation and her guilt and her insatiability. He knew the feelings all too well. He ran headfirst into Insomnia, into the Kingsglaive, just a day after the attacks on Galahd. He'd been desperate, then, to do so much better and to not fail so horribly. Maybe he was still desperate now to cling to his Galahdian roots, though those roots had burned long ago. The desperation shone brightly in gleams like faraway, dying stars, in his braids, in the myriad of linear tattoos on his back, his arm, his legs, his fingers, his ears.
The emotions aren't new to him. They're reflected and refracted in the focus and the thread between them. Is it really an out of body experience when you're still solidly in place?
Nyx moves. Nyx reacts. Nyx responds in kind. They needed to be out of their clothes already. The instincts leading him on mix with the heartbeats and racing waves of lust.
He didn't smoke, but he drank coffee black as the blood of the daemons and then some. The taste is familiar to him. Her callused fingers aren't unlike his own, either. He needed those hands raking down his back and pinning him down. What's the worst she could do?
What's the worst he could take?
His hands grip her thighs and he lifts her with ease. Nyx isn't the type to really shy away. It's a short life he's got now, confirmed twice over. No family. No home. What else is there to lose anymore? He's reckless and when he's in deep, he's suspended and breathing the chaos as if it were his own. Moving with the storm, stalwart and surviving by stepping in time with the pace of the wind and the lightning.
If they go too far? It's something he can cross later. It's her she's concerned with and how her legs are wrapped around him.
He doesn't answer her. Her just presses his lips to hers as his reply.]