you're my buried treasure
chrono
09-30-2020, 04:50 PM
Oh god, a Destruction. As much as she tried to hide a distasteful look on her face, he probably wouldn't have noticed any bit of shrewd emotion through her teeth with whatever inebriated him. But he didn't smell of Abaven so it was no wonder she wouldn't be able to tell otherwise. Due to his intoxicated state, she doubted he would even remember her and therefor wouldn't go seeking her out later on in days. She'd only embrace for impact as he nearly swept her off her feet, she didn't have enough time to prepare while she was in her thoughts. He'd go about chuckling as the alcohol continued to speak through him, and just as Aranea picked up her paw to keep it from getting crushed under his massive form, Noir would grab her and pull her in to him. She was set up perfectly as she was instantly taken over by his strong legs and heavy weight from the drink. She lost her footing and her one paw found itself just in the curve of his shoulder, their chests coming to meet rather abruptly. Though she wouldn't admit that she felt a bit embarrassed she wouldn't scramble to get off of him. Instead viewing their close bodies before sliding her gaze up to make their noses align. In the dark it was hard to tell but she could notice the unique two-tone of his eyes and would act as if she couldn't escape the gaze. His entire form was big enough to swallow her and she couldn't help but think of Tyranis. No, her insides mentally went to shake the thought of him from her mind. She needed to learn to not let him ruin anything for her anymore. Out of pure ecstasy and the heat of their bodies she would instantly move her nose forward to engage in a deep kiss. He seemed to think he could get away with not asking permission so why couldn't she? |
Aranea has a british accent. Threads can produce a Depression Trigger.  Scent: Lavender Alignment: Neutral Good Season: Summer Height: 26 inches Home: Somnium - Dead |