The silver-lined hessian has never been the touchy-feely type. At least not in any experience she has ever had with him. Maybe that was what really kept her chasing after him for more. Maybe that is why she always ever savored the brief contact that lingered between them. Whatever the reason, it is as intoxicating to her as the heady scent of decaying earth and salt brine that always seems to linger on his skin. As different from the arid scents of Salem as a scent can be and yet it still calls her home.

Suddenly, the realization hits her. No longer is he shoving at her, trying to push her around, or worse, push her away. In the few moments that she allows herself to get lost in the enveloping scent that clings to his sweating skin, he has just….stopped. The husky tone of his voice resonates deep within his broad chest, leaving pleasant vibrations to echo against her own skin where the contact remains. A coy smile tugs at her lips as she tilts her small head tighter against his side, enjoying the warmth that his nearness awakens within her. A warmth that has nothing to do with the humid weather or relentless sunshine.

Lilic ears tip forward amid the curling tendrils of her sterling mane at the next of his words, a single brow arching suspiciously. Reluctantly, she withdraws her firm touch to allow her own azure gaze to search his unreadable blue-green eyes. ”The Lagoon doesn’t scare me.” she huffs, her pale whipcord lashing irritably against her slender legs as the patchwork woman takes another step forward, leaning her slender body fearlessly against his own. ”I can take care of myself…. And whatever I miss I KNOW you won’t.” She purrs as his blunt teeth scrap pleasantly against the hairs of her spine, sending shivers of pleasure dancing through her veins. Greedily she drinks in the rare contact, memorizing each breath that leaves his lungs and the mesmerizing pleasure she finds in how his shadow devours her own. But even that is not enough to make her forget that he has abandoned her time and time again.

Quick as a viper her teeth pinch into his flesh. Dark ears lace tightly against her skullcap as Druna presses against him again. ”THAT…” she growls, her charcoal lips lingering against his skin, ”Is for leaving me behind.” she huffs, an impish grin threatening to dismantle the false bravado of anger that she has settled firmly into place. ”I would advise against doing it again…” she purrs softly, allowing her velvet lips to trace the taunt muscles beneath his flesh in agonizingly slow circles.

DRUNA

lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna