Obediantly, she moves to his side. The warmth from her body is soaked into his own. This closeness... it's not enough. He wants more. He needs her warmth everywhere. The feeling her body leaves on his is scorching, a burning ecstasy that dances inside of him. His walls, they're crumbling, breaking, falling. He is crumbling, breaking. The feeling is the equivalent to a dark cloak with pinpoints of starry light bursting through. Adrenaline rumps through his veins, igniting a fire within. The velvet against his cheeks tickles, reinvigorates. The stone-cold burns tonight, alive from the touch of a maiden.

Hidden beneath the rubble from broken walls, is fear, love, so much. It threatens to devour and conquer him. It takes control, moves him in weird ways. Suddenly, the dark stag has no idea what to do. On the inside, chaos. His exterior remains poised, calm, soohisticated even, but within is something foreign and uncharted. The only thought flowing through his changed mind, What the fuck is happening to me? I hate it. Deep within, he loves feeling this. Feeling love and hate and happiness and so much more. He's a cornucopia of feelings. His mind tries to desperately build walls back up, hide feelings, wear the cold facade. She pleads his name, and through the haze of his emotions, he still hears it, her feelings. Enna turns his name into a plead, soft and perhaps shy. So shy. He feels shy, suddenly very embarrassed of recent things he's done. She resists him, moving away, her warmth fades, leaving him utterly and disastrously confused.

"Don't leave.." he whispers, words laced with who the fuck knows. The shadow man's cold armor facade has a hell more than a scratch, it's gone, leaving him both vulnerable and volatile, aggressive even. Dangerous, dark, mysterious. He is laced with poison now, emotions controlling his every movement, making him a puppet. Still, with all this new warmth that enveloped him, he became distant, body language closed-off, guarded even if he was at his most exposed. She watches with accusation, and though Caleb's maw opens, hoping to speak- nothing comes out. He felt like he was being pulled to her, as if her gravity was greater than the sun's. Eyelids flutter, eyes changing from slate grey to a molten silver. His tail began slapping back and forth, wild and erratic, expressing the wildness within. In all the hazy fog, he could still conjure up one string of thought. I'm totally fucked.

O-O weirdest post ever sorry bout that