Your eyes they tell a story, one that's full of sorrow || Alexandre

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You picked me like a flower, didn't expect the thorns! -- Ice Cream cat. Quatermaster of the Typhoon.

His breath caught in his through when Alex leaned closer. The feeling of the others own breath causing the fur on the nape of his neck stand up. Sorbet wasn’t sure why Alex had leaned so close or why his heart was pounding so loudly in his ears. Well. He knew the answer the the second question but he didn’t particularly care to admit that out loud or to himself.

A hiss was drawn from his lips when teeth sunk deep into his neck, the sound being cut off by a soft whine. He should’ve pushed Alex away, fought free from the hold but the feline could do nothing more than melt into his grasp as his gaze glossed over. He felt light and free, the crushing weigh of anxiety and responsibilities floating away fr his shoulders if only for a brief moment.

This felt nice and it wasn’t something Sorbet was ready to let go of. So when Alex pulled away his body subconsciously followed after, causing Sorbet to have to stumble a bit to right himself. The words Alex spoke honestly went in one ear and out the other so it took the feline a second to respond. “Not at all love,” he finally responded, a small smirk dancing on his maw as glassy orbs looked over towards the other.

[align=center]"speech" .. 'thoughts' .. attack

attack in #C3B1E1. -- You say that I'm too frigid, didn't know what you were in for!

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[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

As Alexandre pulled back, Sorbet pulled closer. The succubus attempted to put their paw out to guide them back to center and then wrap it around the back, pushing them against their chest. Their malicious smirk continued. In a sharp movement, two paws attempted to push the other to the ground. If successful, Alexandre would loom over them. With their head craned, heart pounding, and the tension high, they let out a purr.  "So this wouldn't?"

And then they leaned in.

[Fade to black.]