01-28-2017, 02:56 PM
NIER
Her eyes narrowed, and she uselessly tried to find the other in her presence. She startled just a little at his embrace, but then immediately melted into it, a pool of purple warmth against his bare and unseen skin. The feel of her rubbed sweetly into him as his dark nose rubbed so sweetly into her. He liked her fragrance, something floral but wild like sage. Soft, pretty, but wild; all wonderful things in a fantastic combination. He smiled as he stepped away, eager to gauge her reaction to the acceptance and the loss.
One step followed him, with an almost sudden don't go that had his brows lifting. Surprised but intrigued he continued his path around her, studying her like a beautiful experiment. Trying to crack into her outer shell to the soft insides within. "I'm sorry, usually I can see and hear you," she said with a delicate shake of her head and a weak smile. He held back any response, for now, and she continued. "That was nice -the touching. I hope you're not too lonely."
Hmm, no not lonely. Never that. He simply had to find someone if he felt like it, move in and steal affection without their consent. Perhaps it was wicked in truth, but they always seemed to enjoy it so very much. It couldn't be all that bad then if it felt so good, right? Maybe it was a favor he bestowed. Maybe they had a lover that didn't sate their need for affection, and he could just drift in and give them a sweet dream to never feel guilty about. Because he wasn't real to them, he was never real. There and then gone again. Just a dream. Just a ghost.
"I'm Cassady, by the way."
Purple Cassady. Not a pale lavender, not a bright amethyst, but a deep and royal purple that faded like light shining across silk. He moved in on her right side, his heat sneaking and reaching for her first as he stood so near without touching. She could usually see and hear her ghosts, could she? Perhaps she could hear him too, but never see. Never see. Nobody sees.
Caasssadyy, he whispered softly, his mouth resting against her sweet hair behind her ear. She liked the affection though, didn't she? Was it friendly affection she wanted or something more? He pulled his lips away from her, letting his body heat beg for her to meet him this time, coax her closer in heated silence. There was a blurry line between hugs and kisses, which would make them from a friend or from a lover. He knew how to dance that line, back and forth if he wished, how to warp it just a little to earn entirely new reactions. He could be sweet, or he could be heat.
For now he would wait, let her open to him if she would.
Reward her successes with his rare voice and careful touch.
Bloom for me, little flower..
One step followed him, with an almost sudden don't go that had his brows lifting. Surprised but intrigued he continued his path around her, studying her like a beautiful experiment. Trying to crack into her outer shell to the soft insides within. "I'm sorry, usually I can see and hear you," she said with a delicate shake of her head and a weak smile. He held back any response, for now, and she continued. "That was nice -the touching. I hope you're not too lonely."
Hmm, no not lonely. Never that. He simply had to find someone if he felt like it, move in and steal affection without their consent. Perhaps it was wicked in truth, but they always seemed to enjoy it so very much. It couldn't be all that bad then if it felt so good, right? Maybe it was a favor he bestowed. Maybe they had a lover that didn't sate their need for affection, and he could just drift in and give them a sweet dream to never feel guilty about. Because he wasn't real to them, he was never real. There and then gone again. Just a dream. Just a ghost.
"I'm Cassady, by the way."
Purple Cassady. Not a pale lavender, not a bright amethyst, but a deep and royal purple that faded like light shining across silk. He moved in on her right side, his heat sneaking and reaching for her first as he stood so near without touching. She could usually see and hear her ghosts, could she? Perhaps she could hear him too, but never see. Never see. Nobody sees.
Caasssadyy, he whispered softly, his mouth resting against her sweet hair behind her ear. She liked the affection though, didn't she? Was it friendly affection she wanted or something more? He pulled his lips away from her, letting his body heat beg for her to meet him this time, coax her closer in heated silence. There was a blurry line between hugs and kisses, which would make them from a friend or from a lover. He knew how to dance that line, back and forth if he wished, how to warp it just a little to earn entirely new reactions. He could be sweet, or he could be heat.
For now he would wait, let her open to him if she would.
Reward her successes with his rare voice and careful touch.
Bloom for me, little flower..