She felt his gaze upon her and knew that he wanted her in some way. Some sort of way, deep and hot, burying under her skin along with the cloying heat. He was looking at her, in that way that her lover had once done. When he touched her, she itched and cloyed beneath the muscle and the spent nerves of her flesh.
When he spoke, she felt as though he were trying to leech the fear from her skin. As though beneath his gaze she were just a girl, a beautiful girl who could let him forget. And when she spoke, the eyes of Sol Bestiam, the Beast, gleamed as though there raged something beautifully cruel within his skin.
“I think you know exactly how I want this to continue. Do you know a place?”
Tagged; @Sol Bestiam. Ooc; hallooo
i've never felt more alone it feels so scary getting old