here in your arms
10-22-2014, 10:02 PM
He would accept her closeness, leaning into her as his own whispers brushed against her. She didn't know what to think. "I think some of them could be befriended. How could an entire con intent survive if everyone was constantly trying to kill each other." Her voice never rose above a whisper. Worry etched into her features, pulling her lips down into a frown. His larger frame pressed against her, he could have curled up around her if he wanted to. For so long she had never thought of anyone within her tribe as more than a friend or family. But at his touch, as his warmth washed over, she became very aware of their closeness. "What do you think?" She would return the question, her crown turning so that she could look over him. A smile lifted his lips, one she hadn't seen in quite some time, and for a moment she didn't know what to think of it. His smiles had always been polite, properly timed, never really genuine. Had she done something he found amusing? Brows would furrow in momentary confusion, unsure of what to do next. He was close enough that she could feel his breath, his scent wrapped around her like a vice, masculine and every bit appealing. Perhaps this was his way of turning the subject into something lighter? "ọrọ" |
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