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Mmmrr...
[She argues with herself mentally for a moment, before letting herself hug him tightly. At least... just for a minute... it's fine...]
[She argues with herself mentally for a moment, before letting herself hug him tightly. At least... just for a minute... it's fine...]
Rean moans against his mouth, grinding against Crow, definitely hard and responding. It's actually palpable in the air around them. If the feedback on their bond can get intense this is indescribable. Though Rean's only lightly holding onto Crow's shoulders it does feel as if even the air is charged with love and desire, a subtle but pleasant pressure all around matching and magnifying Crow's feelings.
"Whose heart is this?"
[she's unconscious so she doesn't know yet, but she knows where she must be, she's done this, before.]
"And what is your purpose, here?"
[she's unconscious so she doesn't know yet, but she knows where she must be, she's done this, before.]
"And what is your purpose, here?"
[She can't help but get lost in his eyes for that brief moment. And then-- he kisses her.
Even if he says he knows, the fact that he did that has her flustered beyond belief.
...but she doesn't want to let go.]
B-but... even so... why...?
[She's dreaming. Yeah. She has to be dreaming. It's just the best dream she's ever allowed herself to have.]
Even if he says he knows, the fact that he did that has her flustered beyond belief.
...but she doesn't want to let go.]
B-but... even so... why...?
[She's dreaming. Yeah. She has to be dreaming. It's just the best dream she's ever allowed herself to have.]
[ It's love and desire in equal measures, filling the room and it's definitely the most intense make-out session he's ever had in his entire life. It's so much and Crow pulls away long enough to murmur into Rean's ear. ]
How do you feel about me putting you over the table and having my way with you?
How do you feel about me putting you over the table and having my way with you?
I have a map, here.
[she's going to look at it again, wondering if it's changed.]
There's a location I believe I at which I am meant to arrive, would you know anything about it?
[she's going to look at it again, wondering if it's changed.]
There's a location I believe I at which I am meant to arrive, would you know anything about it?
She doesn't look at the map but her eyes close briefly in what could be a sigh.
"The map shows exactly where you need to be. It is a riddle, but I am afraid you must practice a certain discipline to understand it.
I will speak plainly, since you would get nowhere otherwise.
Where you need to be is where you are. Where you are is where you wish to be. Where you wish to be is where you need to be.
Taken together, you need only think about what you wish, and this place will attempt to fulfill it. Your desires and your fears, your thoughts and your goals, they shape where you will go and what you will see. Just like the real world, in a sense, though nothing like it, in another. What is it you want to accomplish?"
"The map shows exactly where you need to be. It is a riddle, but I am afraid you must practice a certain discipline to understand it.
I will speak plainly, since you would get nowhere otherwise.
Where you need to be is where you are. Where you are is where you wish to be. Where you wish to be is where you need to be.
Taken together, you need only think about what you wish, and this place will attempt to fulfill it. Your desires and your fears, your thoughts and your goals, they shape where you will go and what you will see. Just like the real world, in a sense, though nothing like it, in another. What is it you want to accomplish?"
He's still got his arms around, her, gentle but firm and warm.
"I don't remember specifics very well, but I do remember feelings. Even if I didn't remember feelings I already like you.
I'm afraid I'm rather dense, outside of here. But...
Put another way, you're a sweet, kind, hard-working, beautiful girl who I know I like an admire, who wants me to kiss her.
Of course I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"
"I don't remember specifics very well, but I do remember feelings. Even if I didn't remember feelings I already like you.
I'm afraid I'm rather dense, outside of here. But...
Put another way, you're a sweet, kind, hard-working, beautiful girl who I know I like an admire, who wants me to kiss her.
Of course I want to kiss you. Is that okay?"
Rean rakes his fingers through Crow's hair and bites his jaw lightly, nipping along his neck a little, fierce and yet also fond, passionate.
He could point out he knows Crow just wants to hear him say yes. He doesn't have to ask. So there's a bit of amusement but also still a decisive, breathless;
"Please."
He could point out he knows Crow just wants to hear him say yes. He doesn't have to ask. So there's a bit of amusement but also still a decisive, breathless;
"Please."
[This might be a dream, but it feels real. And so does the fluttery lightness in her heart. And if it isn't-- Even without knowing anything, he's still the same Rean that she loves.]
Rean...
[She nods her head.]
Mm. I want to kiss you too...
[No more regrets.
At least this once, she's going to loop her arms around his neck and softly press her lips to his.]
Rean...
[She nods her head.]
Mm. I want to kiss you too...
[No more regrets.
At least this once, she's going to loop her arms around his neck and softly press her lips to his.]
[ Crow definitely wants to hear Rean say yes! It's a huge turn-on okay.
That being said, he's going to have to interrupt those cute little nips-- the ones sending delicious shivers down his spine-- to pick Rean up. He's trying to carry Rean without moving his position too much, which involves using Rean's legs and ass to hold him against Crow's body as he lifts and carries him. The second he sits Rean on the table though, his hands are moving to take off Rean's shirt even as he's nipping and kissing his way down Rean's neck. ]
That being said, he's going to have to interrupt those cute little nips-- the ones sending delicious shivers down his spine-- to pick Rean up. He's trying to carry Rean without moving his position too much, which involves using Rean's legs and ass to hold him against Crow's body as he lifts and carries him. The second he sits Rean on the table though, his hands are moving to take off Rean's shirt even as he's nipping and kissing his way down Rean's neck. ]
[But some of us? Murder our feelings???? To cope?????]
[Also that is weird and VERY SUSPICIOUS. Also how focused he is on being his son is a little weird maybe???]
I'm what?!
[But hey, here's surprise and HORROR because he was thinking this was a totem, NOT A GUY HE GREATLY CARES FOR????]
[Also that is weird and VERY SUSPICIOUS. Also how focused he is on being his son is a little weird maybe???]
I'm what?!
[But hey, here's surprise and HORROR because he was thinking this was a totem, NOT A GUY HE GREATLY CARES FOR????]
She considers the beach, and the statues and how she willed them to be who they actually were and it makes sense.
"Why is he like this..." She knows what she's being told about the riddle, but it seems so VERY INSTRUCTOR to just accommodate everyone else.
"I wish to accomplish a good many things, but, for now, I want to help him. Even if it proves challenging, as I am certain it will."
"Why is he like this..." She knows what she's being told about the riddle, but it seems so VERY INSTRUCTOR to just accommodate everyone else.
"I wish to accomplish a good many things, but, for now, I want to help him. Even if it proves challenging, as I am certain it will."
The things Crow wants to do are... Easier than they would be in the real world. Rean is lighter and easier to carry without feeling wrong, or maybe Crow is stronger, it feels right either way. The objects on the desk are no longer really in the way without having to be pushed aside.
The world simply rearranges itself subtly to meet Crow's needs.
Rean is less subtle about wrapping his legs around Crow's hips and dragging him in, pulling at his shirt.
The world simply rearranges itself subtly to meet Crow's needs.
Rean is less subtle about wrapping his legs around Crow's hips and dragging him in, pulling at his shirt.
[This moment couldn't be more perfect. More than she imagined, even. Because thoughts can't create these feelings around them.
Her face is flushed, but the soft, shy smile can't be shaken. She wants to just stay here-- even though she knows she shouldn't.]
Her face is flushed, but the soft, shy smile can't be shaken. She wants to just stay here-- even though she knows she shouldn't.]
Look dude he's just a dude, here, talking to you!! About his son!!
Anyway the landscape twists a little nightmarishly at the horror, before blurring a bit like an impressionist painting as if trying to spare Dusk from seeing it.
The man doesn't seem to see the need to repeat himself though.
Anyway the landscape twists a little nightmarishly at the horror, before blurring a bit like an impressionist painting as if trying to spare Dusk from seeing it.
The man doesn't seem to see the need to repeat himself though.
"Thank you very much, My Lady." She nods in grateful understanding--she can do specific--and tries to think, to focus.
I wish to be in a place where I can understand why he does not like himself.
I wish to be in a place where I can understand why he does not like himself.
[ Banging your divine knight is so much easier inside of his soul.
Crow's working pretty intently at getting Rean's shirt off but he'll accommodate Rean trying to get his off too, taking a moment to openly admire every inch of Rean's chest with his hands when he finally does, steadily working his way downwards towards his pants. ]
Crow's working pretty intently at getting Rean's shirt off but he'll accommodate Rean trying to get his off too, taking a moment to openly admire every inch of Rean's chest with his hands when he finally does, steadily working his way downwards towards his pants. ]
I thought this was a totem with someone whose already been fucked up by the Malice, why am I in Rean?!
[DON'T THINK I DIDN'T SEE THAT NIGHTMARE LANDSCAPE. At least worry is taking over All Else.]
[Go mamabear instincts.]
[DON'T THINK I DIDN'T SEE THAT NIGHTMARE LANDSCAPE. At least worry is taking over All Else.]
[Go mamabear instincts.]
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