SWEET LIKE CINNAMON
01-27-2014, 09:24 PM
He had been near when she had called, the chiming of her voice weaving fingers of silver to pleased towers of motioned structures; ruby gaze wandering towards the west north east of where he stood. Ah, he had left their one-on-one talk for her to initiate; it gave him an idea exactly how dedicated she was, how badly she wished to thrive within the ranks. And as it so seemed, with the meeting having been barely days before, she was approvingly keen. Smirking, lured by the pleasures of her presence, Isardis would glide so effortlessly to the direct solitude of her existence; greeting her with his company, ?Artemis,? he would not spare her a whole deal of distance. Instead, he would test the duo?s boundaries, knowing they had never before shared in intimacy or affection; but regardless he was King, and she was his Overseer. His crown lowered, rounded, aiming to butt so tenderly against the welcome of her leftwards chest. Whether she would allow him or tense within his proximities was unknown. |