I'm not sorry.

[insilencespeak]

Comments

You're hideous and ilu - and don't make me come down there Belltrap

[darkprophecies]

just be glad it's not four year old noseless kisses

[molotovmartinis]

[casually slinks into personal space, placing a hand at the small of her back :3 :3]

kjfkglj oh come on those are the best

[darkprophecies]

[She gives a start and turns, uneasy at how close he is to her.]

Yes? Is there something you need, sir?

he'd be all STICKY and GLOOPY..... like many four year olds, come to think about it

[molotovmartinis]

[He hmms ambivalently and headtilts.]

Need? I suppose so. [He tips her chin, examining her face.] Need. Yes.

but he's so CUTE and obviously her bff

[darkprophecies]

[Her eyes linger on his, a look of confusion and curiosity combined filling them. She doesn't pull away, however - she knows better than to do that.]

Then... what is it that I can do for you?

HAVE SLOBBERY GNAWED APPLE, RAVEN

[molotovmartinis]

Stay a little while. [Sleekly cajoling, he moves the back of his fingers down the curve of her throat.]

SHE WILL TREASURE IT ALWAYS

[darkprophecies]

[Her eyes widen in realization - yet she still doesn't pull away, despite the nervous tendencies she's beginning to show.]

Of course... whatever you wish of me.

and then they make beautiful teenygoth art.

[molotovmartinis]

[That prompts a lazy smile.]

Just like that.

[Leaning in, he kisses her almost abruptly, mouth a few degrees warmer than a normal human's, and tasting vaguely of brandy.]

It's a beautiful friendship, really.

[darkprophecies]

[She gives another start at the sudden kiss, body becoming rigid before she slowly begins to relax into it. Fingers brushing up to his neck as her lips return the pressure.]

[molotovmartinis]

[Smiling kind of kills kissing so there's none of that, but he mms in a satisfied manner, pressing her to him with the hand on her back.]

[darkprophecies]

[She instinctively takes the sounds as approval and praise, assisting by pressing her own body tighter to his. The kiss is easily deepened, even if that nagging 'this is wrong' thought has begun to tug at her subconcious.]

[wadewilson]

Anyone ever tell you you look like Michelle Branch?

[darkprophecies]

Mm. Actually, no.
Do you think so?

[wadewilson]

I know so, babe. You've got that adorable-eyed I-wear-Ramones-shirts-to-make-people-think-I'm-punk-but-only-play-soft-rock-pop mojo goin'. Of course, if you're interested in authenticity, I can help you doff said T-shirt...

[darkprophecies]

I see.

Ah--- I would... rather keep the t-shirt on. Thank you.

[wadewilson]

Aw, how come? I thought you magic types were these quietly bohemian lustmongers behind closed doors. Or do I need to put on devil horns and brandish a dildo pitchfork to pique your interest?