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01-02-2016, 07:06 PM
Fight the darkness, It lives inside your heart, It's not your fault my dear son, It is simply your past. He could feel her excitement through the contact their skin made and further still when the air itself became charged with the sparks that emanate from her in this frenzy of refreshed joy. He had seen the sparks appear out of anger before and, for a moment before he saw her smile, he feared that the anger had returned. But then Ampere was smiling - she completely surrounded him with her excitement and it settled inside of him too - he couldn’t believe how much her moods impacted his own. If there was a storm for her, there was for him too - and if the sun was going to break through for a little while Mesec was happy to bask in it with her. “Anytime.” He whispered the word into her skin as he had the others, unwilling to give up on their proximity just yet. It was his skin that tingled in the next moment, a shiver of delight coursing down his spine as her teeth and lips pull and caress at his skin. The shiver doesn’t completely fade, a small tremble in his actions as he returned the pressure, removing what little air there might have been between them. His silver muzzle against her blue and black skin, tracing invisible lines - feverish but trembling, uncertain touches. Uncertain not because he did not want them, but because this was... uncharted territory. He wasn’t sure where to go next, what came next. Or if anything came next. His body reacting to her even as his mind spun. He loved her, accepting that fact as he accepted her touches and freely gave his. Because it was a solid fact for him in that moment. As solid as her body pressing into his, as solid as the sheer weight of his inexperience pressing down on them. He tried to fight the urge to over-think, a natural tendency of the demigod, and focus solely on her. Which wasn’t so hard, when she was standing so close. When he found his voice again it didn't speak the three syllables that he felt, but two others - soft and heavy, filled with a question - filled with so much. “Ampere.” Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, it was hers. Mesec
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