[ for shame... it's true, she should be better than this, she should be up for a round two right off the heels of this. and maybe she totally would. but no, can't have too many good things so soon, that'd be too greedy! such play needs to be savored like fine wine and she'll sure be thinking of how best to pay back this playdate sometime soon. ]
I'm... flattered, I can taste you this thoroughly. [ the taste of w's personal explosive arts, and after the too-generous treat of w's saliva even. if she were anything like a sommelier she could just about try to discern how best to describe and compliment the ashy notes, the harsh particles. it sure should be a health hazard. too bad the rhodes medics aren't here to patch her reckless injuries and endure her morbid jokes. the only one here is w.
taste is, definitely, one of the senses that will fail them one day in the future as the infection progresses. often one of the first. she clutches at w's dress, then lunges forward to... it's not a kiss, just about a return of that bite from before. but less to cut and spit when her mouth is this dry, just to suddenly and swiftly thrust her ash-dust tongue to w's mouth to share a mouthful of the disintegrate material to her.
one day they'll both be ashes. the taste of this like a reminder of their mortality. ]
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I'm... flattered, I can taste you this thoroughly. [ the taste of w's personal explosive arts, and after the too-generous treat of w's saliva even. if she were anything like a sommelier she could just about try to discern how best to describe and compliment the ashy notes, the harsh particles. it sure should be a health hazard. too bad the rhodes medics aren't here to patch her reckless injuries and endure her morbid jokes. the only one here is w.
taste is, definitely, one of the senses that will fail them one day in the future as the infection progresses. often one of the first. she clutches at w's dress, then lunges forward to... it's not a kiss, just about a return of that bite from before. but less to cut and spit when her mouth is this dry, just to suddenly and swiftly thrust her ash-dust tongue to w's mouth to share a mouthful of the disintegrate material to her.
one day they'll both be ashes. the taste of this like a reminder of their mortality. ]