04-29-2020, 06:05 PM
i think i'm better on my own but i get so lost in you
He insinuates that he does not have a heart, and there is another laugh that bubbles from her mouth, a throaty, purring sound. “I’m certain you have a heart, Draco.” She reaches to touch her white-dipped nose to one of the dapples on his shoulder, skimming the satin feel of her lips across his skin. “You keep it well hidden, beneath that dark, broody persona of yours, but it’s there,” she says with a flirtatious tug at his mane before side-stepping away.
She doesn’t tell him that she can feel it; that the way his heart pulses and thrums in his chest tells her the story of what he wants – or rather, who he wants – and she can feel that it is not as empty as he might want everyone to believe. The guards that he keeps around himself make him harder to read than most, but Desire has always loved a challenge.
She doesn’t want him for herself; she just wants to see how far she can get, for the simple thrill of it.
“Whoever manages to capture it for herself is a lucky girl,” she coos sweetly, pretending to not notice the way his red eyes had flickered when they caught sight of her illusion. There is a secret delight at realizing he was distracted by her, and she tries to ignore the flash of heat that rises to the surface of her skin when he brushes his nose against hers. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” the galaxy-colored girl murmurs in a way that could have almost been demure were the words not coming from her.
She doesn’t tell him that she can feel it; that the way his heart pulses and thrums in his chest tells her the story of what he wants – or rather, who he wants – and she can feel that it is not as empty as he might want everyone to believe. The guards that he keeps around himself make him harder to read than most, but Desire has always loved a challenge.
She doesn’t want him for herself; she just wants to see how far she can get, for the simple thrill of it.
“Whoever manages to capture it for herself is a lucky girl,” she coos sweetly, pretending to not notice the way his red eyes had flickered when they caught sight of her illusion. There is a secret delight at realizing he was distracted by her, and she tries to ignore the flash of heat that rises to the surface of her skin when he brushes his nose against hers. “I’m sure you say that to all the girls,” the galaxy-colored girl murmurs in a way that could have almost been demure were the words not coming from her.
i think i'm better on my own but i'm so obsessed with you
desire
