[ she gets the feeling, but she could just about try to talk shit because anything different in reality might be something she can barely deal with.
even if that sounds horribly dramatic. maybe she can’t help it. she might not even deny it, she’d practically lived her whole life pining after one person and finally faced with the idea of having her is turning her entire reality on its head to the point that she could barely grapple with it. years of useless fantasies of kissing and touching her, fucking her or even something at all even nicer. there truly was nothing she truly actually cared about in life at all, not friends or family or country or hobbies. just one person, until she really thought the best thing she could possibly do was give her life to that person until she was denied. nothing, nothing, nothing mattered. the chronic pain and spread of the infection, the fury towards family and country, the constant betrayals and massacres, the loneliness, nothing mattered nothing mattered in the world except her.
the pathetic state of her obsession and her bloodstained self but she’s really a sick infatuated dog with a tenuous leash to life in the first place. she gathers texas in her arms, both naked now, her tail trembles when she can’t even exactly find herself to be happy or in despair or anything when faced with what she might’ve wanted the most in her life. or she’s not even sure what she really wants from texas, or she does know, but she wouldn’t ask it of her. there’s a tremble from her whole body as she just holds texas close to her, chest to chest, her ears pressed back. then kissing her again, with the desperation she held of her entire life knowing and being in love with texas. there are too many reasons why. she probably simply doesn’t reach for what she selfishly wants. she’ll do anything for her but for what she wants for herself. her black claws scratch lightly to texas’ skin, her tongue seeking texas’, a soft needy sound from her throat. she could think, well maybe she could simply use her tongue or fingers or whatever else if texas might simply want relief. it could be simple as that, she might even prefer it. but she’s always wanted to kiss her, to be with her, hold her close almost painfully tender. even with all the violence in her there’s all the infatuation in her to texas. all the fantasies she has of mating her roughly, but she also just wants to kiss as well. maybe this won’t last, she’ll steal kisses at least while texas allows her. ]
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even if that sounds horribly dramatic. maybe she can’t help it. she might not even deny it, she’d practically lived her whole life pining after one person and finally faced with the idea of having her is turning her entire reality on its head to the point that she could barely grapple with it. years of useless fantasies of kissing and touching her, fucking her or even something at all even nicer. there truly was nothing she truly actually cared about in life at all, not friends or family or country or hobbies. just one person, until she really thought the best thing she could possibly do was give her life to that person until she was denied. nothing, nothing, nothing mattered. the chronic pain and spread of the infection, the fury towards family and country, the constant betrayals and massacres, the loneliness, nothing mattered nothing mattered in the world except her.
the pathetic state of her obsession and her bloodstained self but she’s really a sick infatuated dog with a tenuous leash to life in the first place. she gathers texas in her arms, both naked now, her tail trembles when she can’t even exactly find herself to be happy or in despair or anything when faced with what she might’ve wanted the most in her life. or she’s not even sure what she really wants from texas, or she does know, but she wouldn’t ask it of her. there’s a tremble from her whole body as she just holds texas close to her, chest to chest, her ears pressed back. then kissing her again, with the desperation she held of her entire life knowing and being in love with texas. there are too many reasons why. she probably simply doesn’t reach for what she selfishly wants. she’ll do anything for her but for what she wants for herself. her black claws scratch lightly to texas’ skin, her tongue seeking texas’, a soft needy sound from her throat. she could think, well maybe she could simply use her tongue or fingers or whatever else if texas might simply want relief. it could be simple as that, she might even prefer it. but she’s always wanted to kiss her, to be with her, hold her close almost painfully tender. even with all the violence in her there’s all the infatuation in her to texas. all the fantasies she has of mating her roughly, but she also just wants to kiss as well. maybe this won’t last, she’ll steal kisses at least while texas allows her. ]