[ against his mouth, she smiles. it lingers still even when he pulls back, full and glowing in a way that she hasn't in some time. there is nothing thin and eerie and eldritch about it. nothing golden about it either. just her own happiness.
her arms wind up around him. keeping him close. ]
I'm yours. [ she insists, again. ] For as long as you want me.
[ it would be better if this weren't true. for him. maybe even for ravka. she is a storm of dark moods and little knives that she wields against him and secrets that she keeps from him because she cannot keep them from herself. she will ruin him, as she has been ruined, but she is just selfish enough to want to keep him all the same.
and then can bask in each other's company, now—and they do, for a time—but this is not the crux of the matter at hand. ] But you still need somewhere to stay.
no subject
her arms wind up around him. keeping him close. ]
I'm yours. [ she insists, again. ] For as long as you want me.
[ it would be better if this weren't true. for him. maybe even for ravka. she is a storm of dark moods and little knives that she wields against him and secrets that she keeps from him because she cannot keep them from herself. she will ruin him, as she has been ruined, but she is just selfish enough to want to keep him all the same.
and then can bask in each other's company, now—and they do, for a time—but this is not the crux of the matter at hand. ] But you still need somewhere to stay.