wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-28-2022, 06:20 PM
"Huh?" Torben's eyes shot open, white lashes flickering. Heat immediately came to his pale cheeks, making him go red in the face. She was willing to drag this out into... something else entirely. He wasn't the type to fuck around with females, despite most men doing it easily. Not to say he didn't think about it a few times on the proverbial road. Sure, she was attractive... She was of age, and he realized with a painful lump in his throat; that she was in heat. Her playful banter dissolved into something more seductive. As if a moth to a flame, he rose and followed this temptress. He wouldn't remember, not really. Not entirely. But he would know enough. And if morning came and they remained there, he would find himself alone. Torben's mind would shoot to the night before, where he had given in to soft purple eyes and a feminine charm. A person he was supposed to befriend, not roll with. / fade |