without your love, without your touch, this world for me is never gonna be enough
thinking about you as if i lost you

Well….
Hobgoblin snorts in amusement somewhere, cackling in the back of her brain like an alarm she never knew had been set. The whole experience had been awkward, if not foreign and uncomfortable.
She hadn’t actually ever thought about what it would be like, yet alone wanting it or it occurring. Sex seemed like one of those things you know people do because they had a kid but no one ever talks about it, almost to the point of taboo.
Had there been anything about Abraham that made let what happen happen? Had there been anything about him that set her off? She takes time to stare, to look at this ‘person’ that she can’t call a lover, friend or stranger, to take in every single of the features that he bore, from his massive build and handsome eyes, the dual dragons that trailed him. Deep down, she questions if he feels pride and strength with them by his side, a feeling that she can’t get out of being near Hobgoblin. Teeth and talons have begun to make her feel frightened, listening in to the series of chirps, occasional hisses and screeches that Goblin repeatedly makes towards them.
Does he even like them?
What do you think will happen if I get pregnant? Do you think he’ll want to stick around?
“Eh.”
Do you like him?
Silence.
Twigs snap and drag their wails of agony out in painfully long screams, alerting her that either Abraham is leaving her, something that she hopes isn’t true because for once, the company of a stranger, especially one that she’s just got it on with, doesn’t seem so bad, or someone else who heard whatever noises had been made in the process(Hobgoblin had been screeching particularly loud in excitement through the whole thing) and had come to investigate.
While she’d rather have neither of the options, the latter seemed much easier to deal with. There was always the option of jumping into the lake and pretending to drown if the embarrassment of being caught doing the nasty just happened to be too much for her weak heart.
“Uhm…. Abraham?” His name doesn’t feel right on her tongue. It leaves behind a taste she can’t tell if it’s bitter or sweet, one that surely doesn’t fit into the category of bittersweet either. “Do you think that maybe we should leave? In case that someone comes along?”
She has no other way of admitting that she’s uneasy after the experience, that she wants to be both alone and accompanied by someone, that the prying eyes of a peeping Tom might be enough for her to take to hiding in the lake til nightfall.
The cries of intrusion gather their voices and raise them higher while her heart clenches tighter with each noise. “Abraham.” A hushed whisper pushes itself from her worried lips in a way she doesn’t want to say his name. “Ple-”
“Here.”
A crack of a whip could almost mimic how harshly her head turns to greet their extra company. Something makes her think she’s seen him somewhere, or at least drug out his scent under some rock in the Throa-
Oh wait.
Shit.
Knots coil themselves up in the thin tunnel that’s becoming her throat, squeezing out all of the air in her lungs as she tries to process that she was supposed to be on a patrol instead of losing her virginity.
She swallows a set of knifes and feels every nerve fire at the slices they deal. There’s nothing worse than this.
“So…. How are you?”
Hobgoblin laughs, an endless song stuck on repeat that you begin to the hate the more you listen to it.
Abraham, please at least do something.

OOC: Didn’t write out the part where they were doing it, but y’all are free to. I don’t think Sikeax is much of one to go all NSFW and such in her posts.
@Reginald @Abraham


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