Date: 2016-02-04 03:12 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] twelfth_labour
twelfth_labour: (; i am born again)
[Getting lost in one another is of high irony seeing how they've made oaths to return one another should one of them become lost. Amid each other getting lost isn't seen as a terrible thing. It's deliberate, part of what happens when they're around each other alone and long. Less than losing he thinks is how it's finding her and attempting to refresh the memory of what they have.

Clothing is becoming increasingly more of a hindrance. The idea it is becoming so isn't a scary one, he's come to terms that with these human wants and needs they were bound to become deeper. They have in bits and pieces when they weren't ready or uncertain how to carry on. Neither is putting a stop to them tonight, his hand tugging at her dress and ears on alert for a response.
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I'm glad I do. [Repeating the same line doesn't need passing. The feelings are the same, both in wanting to continue and being human. His forehead leans into her lips and arms pull back to set on the back of her arms.]

We might wanna- move. [Their current position doesn't give either a lot of movement, next to none for undressing. It'll be a slow process no matter where and constant curious looks to confirm this is still what is wanted.]
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