heart AND downfall [Psyche]

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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392

Outcast atk: 6.5 | def: 10.5 | dam: 7.5

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#13

04-19-2013, 07:17 AM

THE PLAGUE

Mauja

And just as he plunged into the playful light, she followed him, just as their bodies followed one another in the dance. Lead, pursue, guide and chase — she drew away from his head and the click of teeth, repeating that she was no lady. His crooked grin grew lopsided. Perhaps she was right. Did fair, noble ladies know how to play with ~~thugs~~lords in the dark, icy caves? Did they know how to urge the body into a frenzy with gentle touches? Maybe, maybe not, and her chuckle was high, feminine even, and for a moment he felt like stopping where he was and gawking at her. Psyche, giggling? The world was growing madder and madder, but that was yesterday's news and he pushed his nose against her hip. Warm air rushed against her black skin, and then he inhaled, drawing in her scent deep into his lungs, into his mind. Strangely enough she didn't draw away, and he remained where he was, breathing against the crook of her flank.

"Well then, Queen Sir Barbarian," he said lightly, and aimed a mischievous nip for her thigh. "I suppose that makes me the Lord Barbarian.. a very spotty one, too." With a grin he moved, the flat of his shoulder against her warm flank, his blue eyes peering out from under his white forelock towards hers. Azzuen had once joked that said spots might be contagious. Snorting softly, Mauja let the memory fall back down into his mind, and reached out to stroke her shoulder much too lightly. "I would've thought a barbarian wouldn't look quite so well groomed, Sir..." His voice had dropped a notch, fading to an almost throaty murmur, and his blue gaze absently trailed the planes of her face as his maw hovered just beyond her shoulder.

BANE