She knows where she's going with this, that's for sure. It's something to do. He's something to do. Someone who won't run, or cry, or squirm where she's all sharp pieces held together under the heat of a welding iron. That he likes blood and he likes the violence, but he isn't all bandit, has things he cares about. Rules he stands by. There's - a comfort to that.
The bowl drops, empty now, clattering onto the floor as she begins to push into him with his encouragement. Her mouth parting to lick that taste of blood out of his mouth, thin and heady inhalation on the taste. Because she does like it. It's not quite the same as running under fire, but oh it'll do for something that makes sense.
This probably isn't the time or the place for it, but fuck, they'll work it out as she bends. "Never had someone fuck me in a temple." It's panted quick against his lips. "Is that okay for the Gods too?"
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Date: 2019-09-21 07:52 am (UTC)The bowl drops, empty now, clattering onto the floor as she begins to push into him with his encouragement. Her mouth parting to lick that taste of blood out of his mouth, thin and heady inhalation on the taste. Because she does like it. It's not quite the same as running under fire, but oh it'll do for something that makes sense.
This probably isn't the time or the place for it, but fuck, they'll work it out as she bends. "Never had someone fuck me in a temple." It's panted quick against his lips. "Is that okay for the Gods too?"