(her hand still has calluses along it from the years of swordplay, but without her blades that's useless. those were taken whenever texas found herself dragged into the resort, she only found it fortunate they didn't decide to take her arts in addition to that. then again, she did learn that they do remove powers from people in very specific instances that weren't their suits. she doesn't push the thought, her hand in lappland's while she sits and thinks. her mind has been all over the place throughout her stay in the golden peacock.
tonight was no different, nothing else, except not with thoughts of her self-destructive tendencies. their eyes lock, amber on silver with the burn of that spade mark running through her. a demand. she wants to touch and be touched, doesn't she? it's got its hooks in her and is trying to push again. influence instincts she buries down often, make her react to something that would just as easily rip her to shreds. the same way that she might were she able to whenever she feels a shiver down her spine.
if she understands, then why doesn't she touch her? she has an offering, her hand, which her lips brush against. an admission that she needs this. she isn't good at saying it, much less being more honest with herself. wouldn't now count as one time she needs to be? maybe. that gentleness caught cellinia off guard, but texas also knows that lappland isn't always vicious. that's always depended on her, her mood, and what she's thinking about.
which means....shouldn't she say it, here? that texas wants to be touched? no, she needs to say it.)
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tonight was no different, nothing else, except not with thoughts of her self-destructive tendencies. their eyes lock, amber on silver with the burn of that spade mark running through her. a demand. she wants to touch and be touched, doesn't she? it's got its hooks in her and is trying to push again. influence instincts she buries down often, make her react to something that would just as easily rip her to shreds. the same way that she might were she able to whenever she feels a shiver down her spine.
if she understands, then why doesn't she touch her? she has an offering, her hand, which her lips brush against. an admission that she needs this. she isn't good at saying it, much less being more honest with herself. wouldn't now count as one time she needs to be? maybe. that gentleness caught cellinia off guard, but texas also knows that lappland isn't always vicious. that's always depended on her, her mood, and what she's thinking about.
which means....shouldn't she say it, here? that texas wants to be touched? no, she needs to say it.)
....touch me if you want to.