She can not fight the little secret smile that bloomed on her lips when she feels the light graze on her neck, like a lover murmuring sweet words against her skin. She does fight the eye contact that she wants to make but instead savors the tingle of his lips. Lobes flicker to catch his words. Low and hushed are his tones and so she must lean a bit closer to catch them, her own cheek grazing against him, their heads bowed together.
Their limbs fall into sync as they move though he is taller. He speaks of the Gates and how nomadic his soul tends to be. He is dangerous and he is rugged. He represents the sides of her that have not manifested but she does not know it. He makes her feel warm and safe.
Be careful
Illinois hesitates but a moment as she shakes the headiness away and those eyes look for Syden's, bright and aware. Were his intentions predatory? Was there alternate means? His words soothe her, lull her. And she can't help but laugh softly whe he calls her a beautiful mare, already a million miles away from the thought that he may not be as sincere and genuine as she was believing. Surely she was not the first to hear these words form the attractive stallion and surely she would not before the last but she lets the moment ebmrace her as she finds herself gently nudging against his lower cheek with her poll in a playful manner. "The skies are my home..." She starts- "But I do not have a permanent residence." Features turn slightly troubled as she thinks about her lack of establishment but then again she had never really felt safe enough with anyone to really even think of residing some place.
illinois
antidote x cuerva lista
