(isn't it always different when something like this happens? the world is interesting. unusual and more, their lives are one thing that they may speak about given time. cellinia wouldn't even dare to talk about anything that mai tells her in confidence were she to desire it. perhaps she might even talk more on her struggles, revealing she never once stopped feeling angry. how much she despised it. that given time she felt that anger ease and relax, relax into something less tempered. less dangerous for those involved. it dulled whenever she grew in those seven years worth of distractions, the close bonds that she formed. everything. but she understands it, the frightening part of herself. how her eyes must be scary. that look in them that would never fade away from how she eyes her.
dangerous, threatening to whisk away a girl who deserved better. kill the monsters herself without a second thought, that's a thought that stays. she's the most (im)perfect knight a girl could ever ask for. flawed in her own ways, but beautifully flawed in how she knows that. how she keeps her feelings as something to hold close to her chest. this kindness, this sweetness she poisons her with in reverence and passion is only part of that dam holding within her so much. who else but another disappointment and broken soul could understand that? the wild wolf was tired in her own story, doubtful and angry. now she's less tired, less of her doubt and anger. she's free, free in that desire to live and live despite it all. her wish was always that. live freely, no matter what regrets she may have.
and maybe....maybe she thinks to herself that they both never got to live by mai's desire to face the wolf. that this was another piece of their disappointing and misery filled lives, in some ways even for cellinia that binds them. she doesn't want the antidote, either. she wants to keep drowning, falling into that pool together as they fade and hope something such as what remains of their hearts would keep them safe. safe alone and in one another's arms. while those that once hurt mai might even be dead and gone by the time cellinia is through with them if it came to that.
there is no changing that, if pushed then one broken girl would be the farthest from their worries by the time the big bad wolf is done with them. that wolf who would take her far away on request as mai pleases. perhaps, it'd be better to say they're like red riding hood had taken the wolf in and promised her something. that promise had become something more that wasn't only their wanton desires and everything physical that had been planned for a tryst. it was something more beneath the surface. her eyes on her, cellinia finds it harder to think. to think about anything more, with each run of her tongue.
dedicated and devoted. her grandfather might even have been proud of cellinia for giving a lover such devotion that she deserves. she deserves the world, is something he'd have said while reminding his precious granddaughter to protect her with everything that she has.
those eyes will never leave mai, not even for one second. the intimate licks of that gun barrel, her hand on cellinia's chin, it's blissful in itself. she doesn't move away, she's hardly minding that and the way it feels more intimate and tender between them. this wolf wasn't wasting any drops of her arousal, the taste like a delicacy to her and one that cellinia craves intensely. that pounding of her own heart is ringing through her ears. if there was another mistake made now, it was when she heard her question. that question asked after her baser and animalistic instincts had made its own desire known from her.
the laughter in her voice husky, not even minding.
what catches her attention is when her lover speaks, she wants to own her too. she wants to make cellinia hers, only hers. a desire that's mutual again. a wolf's own can be intense, and it isn't as if cellinia hadn't told her. her possessive streak might even be dangerous for people in how she'd glare at them for trying to lay a finger on mai. more than that while their eyes are locked, while cellinia's hands are making an attempt to not seem too desperate in how they rub into her thighs.
she wanted it. she wants it badly, another mistake on their growing list which would only be further enhanced by the next day in how the wolf in all of her beauty and loveliness is barely restraining herself. she wants what she wants. she wants this girl, she needs her far too badly for it to be considered near sane in the way cellinia hardly had to think about her answer.
she might never think much about it when it comes to mai depending when she desires something from the wolf that is threatening to keep her forever as her own.)
Yes.
(she breathes it out, the run of her tongue along the now clean barrel having had stopped. she's above her, but not for long in how she intends to go lower. to treat her to more than only a tryst and a moment they would have simply said was done in passing. cellinia is hungry, but mai is hungry and greedy, too. that's nothing she minds. she never would mind it whenever her hands pause.
they only pause to stay in place along her lovers thighs, her thighs which cellinia was holding with care despite the desperation and more thrumming in her veins when she leans her cheek into that hand. like something soft for what they both intend.)
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Date: 2025-03-03 05:29 am (UTC)dangerous, threatening to whisk away a girl who deserved better. kill the monsters herself without a second thought, that's a thought that stays. she's the most (im)perfect knight a girl could ever ask for. flawed in her own ways, but beautifully flawed in how she knows that. how she keeps her feelings as something to hold close to her chest. this kindness, this sweetness she poisons her with in reverence and passion is only part of that dam holding within her so much. who else but another disappointment and broken soul could understand that? the wild wolf was tired in her own story, doubtful and angry. now she's less tired, less of her doubt and anger. she's free, free in that desire to live and live despite it all. her wish was always that. live freely, no matter what regrets she may have.
and maybe....maybe she thinks to herself that they both never got to live by mai's desire to face the wolf. that this was another piece of their disappointing and misery filled lives, in some ways even for cellinia that binds them. she doesn't want the antidote, either. she wants to keep drowning, falling into that pool together as they fade and hope something such as what remains of their hearts would keep them safe. safe alone and in one another's arms. while those that once hurt mai might even be dead and gone by the time cellinia is through with them if it came to that.
there is no changing that, if pushed then one broken girl would be the farthest from their worries by the time the big bad wolf is done with them. that wolf who would take her far away on request as mai pleases. perhaps, it'd be better to say they're like red riding hood had taken the wolf in and promised her something. that promise had become something more that wasn't only their wanton desires and everything physical that had been planned for a tryst. it was something more beneath the surface. her eyes on her, cellinia finds it harder to think. to think about anything more, with each run of her tongue.
dedicated and devoted. her grandfather might even have been proud of cellinia for giving a lover such devotion that she deserves. she deserves the world, is something he'd have said while reminding his precious granddaughter to protect her with everything that she has.
those eyes will never leave mai, not even for one second. the intimate licks of that gun barrel, her hand on cellinia's chin, it's blissful in itself. she doesn't move away, she's hardly minding that and the way it feels more intimate and tender between them. this wolf wasn't wasting any drops of her arousal, the taste like a delicacy to her and one that cellinia craves intensely. that pounding of her own heart is ringing through her ears. if there was another mistake made now, it was when she heard her question. that question asked after her baser and animalistic instincts had made its own desire known from her.
the laughter in her voice husky, not even minding.
what catches her attention is when her lover speaks, she wants to own her too. she wants to make cellinia hers, only hers. a desire that's mutual again. a wolf's own can be intense, and it isn't as if cellinia hadn't told her. her possessive streak might even be dangerous for people in how she'd glare at them for trying to lay a finger on mai. more than that while their eyes are locked, while cellinia's hands are making an attempt to not seem too desperate in how they rub into her thighs.
she wanted it. she wants it badly, another mistake on their growing list which would only be further enhanced by the next day in how the wolf in all of her beauty and loveliness is barely restraining herself. she wants what she wants. she wants this girl, she needs her far too badly for it to be considered near sane in the way cellinia hardly had to think about her answer.
she might never think much about it when it comes to mai depending when she desires something from the wolf that is threatening to keep her forever as her own.)
Yes.
(she breathes it out, the run of her tongue along the now clean barrel having had stopped. she's above her, but not for long in how she intends to go lower. to treat her to more than only a tryst and a moment they would have simply said was done in passing. cellinia is hungry, but mai is hungry and greedy, too. that's nothing she minds. she never would mind it whenever her hands pause.
they only pause to stay in place along her lovers thighs, her thighs which cellinia was holding with care despite the desperation and more thrumming in her veins when she leans her cheek into that hand. like something soft for what they both intend.)
I want to be yours....