mental link // S72

[servitor]

DIASPEIREIN To scatter, spread about.	MELIORISM The belief that the world gets better.
ORIFLAMME A symbol or standard that inspires confidence, devotion, or courage.	VANGUARD The troops moving at the head of an army.

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

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this is terrible and i'm sorry

[servitor]

[He'd always been the sort to live in reality, in the now, physically and only somewhat concerning himself with the untouchable. Those moments were saved for the days he wasn't trying to burst through enemy lines and get three hours of sleep to avoid being ambushed.

To say that he's overwhelmed with both his own and her sensations would be an understatement. Her hands pull at his hair, his hands claw at his own shoulder. Her strength is much more than he could've imagined, beyond the physical confines of their bodies. In the shift of his hips, the breathy press of his lips and teeth against her throat, he feels that ancient strength ready to take him. He's nothing to her, that much he knows. But he keeps going. Crystalline light, multicolored, hazy, and blinding, swirls in and around him.

Like her, Nyx knows he can't hold this, as much as he wants to, as much as he feels that need to let it linger so it can last. What would she like to do to him? He'd damn well let her do it all. He's still not used to this connection, yet here he is, making it plain that she could do whatever she wants. The only thing he can do is slow their frenzied pace. He can't tell anymore if the lust is his own or hers or both of them together. It's too much to think on when it's the same thing that spurning him on to move the way she wants him to move.]

i accept u qurl

[sistershoggoth]

[ She hasn't tripped out like this in years, and the relief in her to just let her stupid fucking mind go is liquid. For all the talk about the hivemind, the symbiotes actually had a measure of personal space, not really meant to get this close together, but Annie's broken that boundary as easy as cracking a pair of eggs against each other, letting them mix; viscous and wet. Touch is slippery, breathing is humid, sticky down the insides of her thighs. They can toe the line for a little while, trying to play unhurried to the break in their reluctance, but that break is there. When the straining rut to hit that-- that there-- there-- will be enough to be enough.

She hasn't seen spots from a good fuck since she was a horny teenager, she cackles, giddy with it, clinging on the Nyx for absolutely dear life because she has no idea which way is up. For a second she isn't even entirely sure which one of them she is until she's laughing, ]

Don't-- ah-- Don't drop me, shit. Fucking-- mother-- ahaha.

[servitor]

[Nyx wasn't aware there was supposed to be a boundary.

And at best he'd take it as a suggestion, anyway.

When all the sensations finally break and give, when the tension finally snaps and loosen, Nyx can't be sure of what the hell is happening. He just knows they're both trying to get their breaths even, despite the rushing heartbeats of effort and movement. It takes him leaning his head into her shoulder with a laugh and zoning back into his grip on her thighs that he disentangles himself from... himself? Who knows, who cares. It's a hell of a rush that he's sure no drug nor any insane stunt could ever come close to.]

What, like this?

[His grip slacks for half a moment, letting her weight barely drop from his hips and his hands. Sure as hell he's an ass, not enough to actually let her drop.]

[sistershoggoth]

[ Her kiss at the corner of his mouth, across chin and cheek, are breathless, laughing, giddy as she keeps her arms wrapped loosely around the breadth of his shoulders. She just hangs there limp for a few minutes, reorganizing herself into Annie again. Even as she withdraws from the unprotected hub of his mind, it lingers with her -- All his fire and determination in her bloodstream, like an antibiotic against her own depression and despondency. Feels alright, like maybe if she was careless she could get used to such a thing. ]

You're an okay screw, Sunset.

[ One of a million mockeries of his name she has prepared. ]

[servitor]

[His lips roam her neck, her throat, back up to the nape of neck, just below her ear.]

I'm out of practice.

[He moves, pinning her back against a wall, bearing her weight against himself to hold her in place. It was... thrilling, honestly, being so out of his depth. In a way, wild and reckless to lose himself so freely in her. He had precious time to himself, let alone for this kind of distraction. It felt good to be out of breath like this, having her arms draped around his shoulders.

His forehead gently presses against him, lips pulling back into that grin of his.]

You're going to have to give me something better than Sunset one of these days.

[And as she did with him, so he kisses her cheek and the curve of her jaw.]