06-27-2018, 09:41 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Suite's voice cut through the thrum of warmth and the clutter of his thoughts, and he stilled slightly, fingers careful where they rested against Hazel's back. He swallowed, feeling like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't -- which, well, he had. He shouldn't be touching her. Shouldn't be sitting here, a thread of connection linking their thoughts, shouldn't have forced his way into her mind. The sudden reminder of Suite's presence made him flush, skin heating up with more than just the proximity and the rush in his veins, but he didn't move. Hazel was burrowing into him, readily accepting his touch and seeking more of it, and he didn't have it in him to let her go. The most contact he'd gotten in weeks was from Rad, and it was always grudging and frequently short-lived before she got tired of him and kicked him out.
It was rarely like this, warm and golden and comfortable in an odd way. Perfectus es, she murmured into his collar, and there was something else there -- a faint, lilting murmur. The brush of awareness; he was generally rather receptive to thoughts, but it was different when he was tied to her. Whispers brushed along his consciousness and he could practically hear her murmuring in his ear not to let her fall asleep. It sent a chill down his spine, and his grip tightened slightly, chasing the warmth and the softness of her breath against his shirt.
As she spoke once more, louder, it dawned on him all at once that there had been more than the panic attack. His gaze flickered to Arion, paces away, and he swallowed as copper filtered through his senses. Fuck. What was he thinking? He should have gotten her up sooner, before she could grow so drowsy, and Bast murmured a swear into her hair as he shifted slightly. Slid one arm free, slowly, carefully, and shifted his weight so that he could hook it under her curled knees. "Easy," he murmured, absent minded, and pushed himself up slowly, careful not to spook her or jostle her too hard. "Let's get you to Rin, okay? We can get you water there." His gaze flickered to Suite, and then he was off, Arion trotting along after him as he carried Hazel slowly back, trying his best to ignore the thrumming of their bond in the background.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSIt was rarely like this, warm and golden and comfortable in an odd way. Perfectus es, she murmured into his collar, and there was something else there -- a faint, lilting murmur. The brush of awareness; he was generally rather receptive to thoughts, but it was different when he was tied to her. Whispers brushed along his consciousness and he could practically hear her murmuring in his ear not to let her fall asleep. It sent a chill down his spine, and his grip tightened slightly, chasing the warmth and the softness of her breath against his shirt.
As she spoke once more, louder, it dawned on him all at once that there had been more than the panic attack. His gaze flickered to Arion, paces away, and he swallowed as copper filtered through his senses. Fuck. What was he thinking? He should have gotten her up sooner, before she could grow so drowsy, and Bast murmured a swear into her hair as he shifted slightly. Slid one arm free, slowly, carefully, and shifted his weight so that he could hook it under her curled knees. "Easy," he murmured, absent minded, and pushed himself up slowly, careful not to spook her or jostle her too hard. "Let's get you to Rin, okay? We can get you water there." His gaze flickered to Suite, and then he was off, Arion trotting along after him as he carried Hazel slowly back, trying his best to ignore the thrumming of their bond in the background.
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]