[ But that moan that escapes him, and the way that his voice sounds in this moment - airy and soft and loving - truly stir something within her. She can feel how warm her cheeks and the rest of her feel against the cool, crisp air, although Thoma himself certainly provides a great deal of warmth from his own body as well. The same warmth that she had felt from Diluc earlier in the evening. Tonight, it seems, she is appending to an already lengthy, ever-growing list of reasons for loving them.
How did she come to be so blessed, especially when her life had been so lonely and full of despair before coming here? Will she be made to feel this immeasurable happiness and love only to be awoken back into a world that would rather see her scorched by purple flames or blighted by some ancient, corrupt force? Gods, she loves them so much - but that makes her all the more afraid of ever losing them.
She breathes out a shaky sigh in spite of her fears from the pleasant pull of his fingers at her hair. It's alright if she can forget about her worries for even a little while, isn't it? When her hands move to clutch at his shoulders, there's a touch of desperation at the grip of her fingers. ]
Then... maybe you won't mind another...?
[ She begins to move up along his neck once more, lips brushing against his skin as she speaks, before she finds that spot below his ear and the line of his jaw once more and parts her mouth to leave another mark there.
It's alright, she thinks. It will fade from his skin when they emerge from this dreamscape, just like she'll fade from their lives when they wake from this world of dreams. ]
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How did she come to be so blessed, especially when her life had been so lonely and full of despair before coming here? Will she be made to feel this immeasurable happiness and love only to be awoken back into a world that would rather see her scorched by purple flames or blighted by some ancient, corrupt force? Gods, she loves them so much - but that makes her all the more afraid of ever losing them.
She breathes out a shaky sigh in spite of her fears from the pleasant pull of his fingers at her hair. It's alright if she can forget about her worries for even a little while, isn't it? When her hands move to clutch at his shoulders, there's a touch of desperation at the grip of her fingers. ]
Then... maybe you won't mind another...?
[ She begins to move up along his neck once more, lips brushing against his skin as she speaks, before she finds that spot below his ear and the line of his jaw once more and parts her mouth to leave another mark there.
It's alright, she thinks. It will fade from his skin when they emerge from this dreamscape, just like she'll fade from their lives when they wake from this world of dreams. ]