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[He doesn't like dwelling on the fact he's been here for months. It's a stretch of time that's turned in days to weeks and now months. Yet he isn't angry. It's a damn anomaly he's not become some embodiment of fury given what this place puts him through, but here he is sleeping sound as he can spooning one of the few people who can keep him anchored; not to mention the only person here who isn't a occasional fling.
The's the strangest part and often the one he finds himself circling back to. Vorona went from underling to a constant in the chaos of things and a bedfellow. They've tangled up more than he can recount and ventured into acts he'd once been to embarrassed to imagine. He might have been a hell of a brawler, but he was prude as they come.
Nowadays Shizuo longs and lust, with or without the push of the city. Tonight is one such night under the influence of some gnawing need that doesn't yet have a name. He's keen to itch and heat that stirs. Same heat that stirs him awake and shifting to see if Vorona is awake or in any mood herself.]
Hey, you awake? [It's not too dim with some rude outside lighting peeking in. He can make details out in the almost blueish hue and snuggled closer slipping a hand lower about her abdomen.] Can't sleep, I need some relief... [He admits, eyes narrow and chin brushing on her shoulder.] What about you?
The's the strangest part and often the one he finds himself circling back to. Vorona went from underling to a constant in the chaos of things and a bedfellow. They've tangled up more than he can recount and ventured into acts he'd once been to embarrassed to imagine. He might have been a hell of a brawler, but he was prude as they come.
Nowadays Shizuo longs and lust, with or without the push of the city. Tonight is one such night under the influence of some gnawing need that doesn't yet have a name. He's keen to itch and heat that stirs. Same heat that stirs him awake and shifting to see if Vorona is awake or in any mood herself.]
Hey, you awake? [It's not too dim with some rude outside lighting peeking in. He can make details out in the almost blueish hue and snuggled closer slipping a hand lower about her abdomen.] Can't sleep, I need some relief... [He admits, eyes narrow and chin brushing on her shoulder.] What about you?
