[i can't stop using them i loooove this artist so bad
forever was a daydream for her, too - she hit the ground running outside of baldur's gate and didn't look back, but she knew she had a time limit. coming here means she doesn't, anymore. sure, there's the tadpole to handle, but it's hard not to feel fucking invincible, now that her body belongs to her and her alone. she won't have to do everything she can to save a city she won't even get to enjoy again, she won't be constantly in pain, she won't have to look over her shoulder for a devil that wants to drag her down. what a relief.
what he says makes her laugh, and she tilts her head up to steal a kiss. or, well. it's more just brushing her lips against his because she can, because it makes her feel alive to do so. she can't stop smiling.]
Isn't it mad? Thinking of forever? [but she likes the sound of it too.]
You're worth way, way more than a bent piece of wire, soldier. [warm, almost syrupy, the way she says it. she smooths her hands over his arms, down his back, tracing patterns into his skin.] I'll find something. Gods, you make me so fucking giddy - sorry, I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off you like this.
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forever was a daydream for her, too - she hit the ground running outside of baldur's gate and didn't look back, but she knew she had a time limit. coming here means she doesn't, anymore. sure, there's the tadpole to handle, but it's hard not to feel fucking invincible, now that her body belongs to her and her alone. she won't have to do everything she can to save a city she won't even get to enjoy again, she won't be constantly in pain, she won't have to look over her shoulder for a devil that wants to drag her down. what a relief.
what he says makes her laugh, and she tilts her head up to steal a kiss. or, well. it's more just brushing her lips against his because she can, because it makes her feel alive to do so. she can't stop smiling.]
Isn't it mad? Thinking of forever? [but she likes the sound of it too.]
You're worth way, way more than a bent piece of wire, soldier. [warm, almost syrupy, the way she says it. she smooths her hands over his arms, down his back, tracing patterns into his skin.] I'll find something. Gods, you make me so fucking giddy - sorry, I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off you like this.