04-19-2019, 03:32 PM
Kensa’s vulnerability in those first days of Litotes’ capture mirror his own: the universe’s knack for bitter irony simultaneously drawing them together and tearing them apart. The accusations and betrayal he experienced, she also experienced. If only they could find a way to express that to each other, to fathom each other’s suffering; but the cremello would never place that weight on her, he does not think - the weight of his own actions. In the beginning - the steal, his dethroning - those were all chance mistakes. Everything after - hurting Kensa, burying his anger - he must live with.
The swallow that follows his thoughts is loud and miserable. All of nature seems to go quiet in the face of their collision.
A breathe he did not realize he was holding is released when Kensa presses her check to his neck. The gentle force of her touch soothes him in the way a massage would: painful but a necessary relaxation. Whatever she has to say will be harrowing. He thinks he has done this to her, saddened her. A piece of him wishes she would spit in his face, scorn him, send him packing with a kick in the ass. Almost nothing he has done is redeemable, he thinks - a thought that catches violently in his throat.
I will never trust anyone but you again.
Her statement is both grossly agonizing and cuttingly accurate. Lie feels the weight of its velocity as it plummets into his ears and digs a hole through his brain. The statement is a brand upon his chest. I will never trust anyone but you again. He wishes he could see the future, see if their tight coiling will harm them, if the betrayals piled on their backs will break them.
Goosebumps travel from the top of the cremello’s body down to the bottom, little ridges that add a strange darkness to his fur. Her lips against his ear almost too much - an invitation he is not certain he can resist. Would it be right to fall into each other once again? There is still so much aching that lingers between them. He is not sure their relationship will ever be the same.
There is no hesitation when Kensa’s last words are uttered. Litotes steps forward, pressing his weight into her with enough force to push her back. There is passion in his touch, in the way he drags his teeth against her soft neck, in the way his kisses are sloppy and wet as they trail to the top of her leg. There is also anger: no consideration for how much weight is behind his canines, no thought of how she might be knocked off balance. Whatever push back she offers is welcome - that same cruelty in Kensa he now finds so attractive.
Litotes steps to her right, pressing his lips to the bottom of her stomach. His body never leaves her side, the heat between them growing as he slides along her. Low on her stomach his mouth stays, until he finds where her leg meets her barrel and trails hungrily down the inside of her limb. Around her body wraps, settling with his chest pressed firmly to her hindquarters. Her skin is hot when he places kisses down her spine and stops at the dock of her tail. The trees rustle, loud amongst the rush in his ears, when he pauses there. It is a few second pause, but enough to send a low growl rumbling down his throat.
Lie moves to her other side, pressing kisses to her stomach once again, offering Kensa the control.
@[Kensa]
The swallow that follows his thoughts is loud and miserable. All of nature seems to go quiet in the face of their collision.
A breathe he did not realize he was holding is released when Kensa presses her check to his neck. The gentle force of her touch soothes him in the way a massage would: painful but a necessary relaxation. Whatever she has to say will be harrowing. He thinks he has done this to her, saddened her. A piece of him wishes she would spit in his face, scorn him, send him packing with a kick in the ass. Almost nothing he has done is redeemable, he thinks - a thought that catches violently in his throat.
I will never trust anyone but you again.
Her statement is both grossly agonizing and cuttingly accurate. Lie feels the weight of its velocity as it plummets into his ears and digs a hole through his brain. The statement is a brand upon his chest. I will never trust anyone but you again. He wishes he could see the future, see if their tight coiling will harm them, if the betrayals piled on their backs will break them.
Goosebumps travel from the top of the cremello’s body down to the bottom, little ridges that add a strange darkness to his fur. Her lips against his ear almost too much - an invitation he is not certain he can resist. Would it be right to fall into each other once again? There is still so much aching that lingers between them. He is not sure their relationship will ever be the same.
There is no hesitation when Kensa’s last words are uttered. Litotes steps forward, pressing his weight into her with enough force to push her back. There is passion in his touch, in the way he drags his teeth against her soft neck, in the way his kisses are sloppy and wet as they trail to the top of her leg. There is also anger: no consideration for how much weight is behind his canines, no thought of how she might be knocked off balance. Whatever push back she offers is welcome - that same cruelty in Kensa he now finds so attractive.
Litotes steps to her right, pressing his lips to the bottom of her stomach. His body never leaves her side, the heat between them growing as he slides along her. Low on her stomach his mouth stays, until he finds where her leg meets her barrel and trails hungrily down the inside of her limb. Around her body wraps, settling with his chest pressed firmly to her hindquarters. Her skin is hot when he places kisses down her spine and stops at the dock of her tail. The trees rustle, loud amongst the rush in his ears, when he pauses there. It is a few second pause, but enough to send a low growl rumbling down his throat.
Lie moves to her other side, pressing kisses to her stomach once again, offering Kensa the control.
@[Kensa]
