[ the mouth against her hand raises new desires and questions, fluttering forth and then away as she laughs, half the sound lost amidst the rest. everything is an odd thing to be. her fingertips tap against his lips, enjoying the slight diversion of attention. ]
No more... poetry for me, Vergilius? [ teasing even now. ] Can't think of any?
[ she likes his voice too, she'd said. hearing his written word was the match that struck this after all. has she ever been anyone's everything? not to her knowledge. but she's everything right now, she feels everything right now, nails in his skin and knees squeezing tight. it really is a good a lot, a chosen a lot, and maybe she's goading him just a little. ]
no subject
No more... poetry for me, Vergilius? [ teasing even now. ] Can't think of any?
[ she likes his voice too, she'd said. hearing his written word was the match that struck this after all. has she ever been anyone's everything? not to her knowledge. but she's everything right now, she feels everything right now, nails in his skin and knees squeezing tight. it really is a good a lot, a chosen a lot, and maybe she's goading him just a little. ]