(there isn't much texas did expect, there was a lot between them. contradicting herself often came naturally, like now, where part of her thought she was being stupid. giving her enemy this much or giving the one friend who knows her and doesn't at the same time too much. she didn't want her dead, didn't want to kill her. that's the one part that stood strongly against her demeanor from how many chances that texas has had to finish this. she never did, never will. already she's going to be in further trouble, but that isn't something she thinks about at the present. before she might have told herself that she shouldn't.
that she should reconsider, leave, avoid. now it's....maybe it was tiring, maybe it wasn't. whatever was happening in that five months had been big enough to make her start thinking more.
about some of her actions, about if she might ever see those rainy skies or lungmen's own any time soon. from how she's thinking, it felt like they never will. texas has that feeling, and there isn't much that she may ever be able to do while trapped. all she can do is make the most of their now mutual hell, being somewhere she can try to do things differently at, but that's not going to be easy for herself. that spade mark does like to give cellinia more trouble than she'd admit.
from the mockery to preying upon certain behaviors of herself, and as annoying as it is....it was sadly what made her think about everything further. that she's caused a right mess in her own life, she has yet to fix that or do anything about after everything over the years.
texas might not be talking, but maybe she did feel like she would have when they were younger. being seen this way. nude, but she has plenty of scars. beautiful in how she holds herself back from that raging storm she always carries in her, that is cellinia texas. despite it, she's pulled close and despite it all, she kisses lappland. desperation, that was met with neediness. her lips part so easily for lappland's tongue and to lick into it. she wasn't the best of kissers (with her slowly getting more experience in that, she doubts that'd change too) though it doesn't stop her from getting comfortable pressed against lappland. tender, but not tender. a shudder from claws going along her skin.
what a mess this is, cellinia couldn't even help the way those manicured claws press lightly against skin along lappland's back and shoulders in how she's holding on to her. she could honestly steal as many kisses as she wants, texas might even be thinking about doing the same. the only thing is that she's not thinking much about anything else. nothing mattered, not past the now. any worries could be another time, and any other things texas would need to do. she'd show her around later, maybe bring lappland by one of her favorite places to eat at. that's all texas can do while hoping for the best.)
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that she should reconsider, leave, avoid. now it's....maybe it was tiring, maybe it wasn't. whatever was happening in that five months had been big enough to make her start thinking more.
about some of her actions, about if she might ever see those rainy skies or lungmen's own any time soon. from how she's thinking, it felt like they never will. texas has that feeling, and there isn't much that she may ever be able to do while trapped. all she can do is make the most of their now mutual hell, being somewhere she can try to do things differently at, but that's not going to be easy for herself. that spade mark does like to give cellinia more trouble than she'd admit.
from the mockery to preying upon certain behaviors of herself, and as annoying as it is....it was sadly what made her think about everything further. that she's caused a right mess in her own life, she has yet to fix that or do anything about after everything over the years.
texas might not be talking, but maybe she did feel like she would have when they were younger. being seen this way. nude, but she has plenty of scars. beautiful in how she holds herself back from that raging storm she always carries in her, that is cellinia texas. despite it, she's pulled close and despite it all, she kisses lappland. desperation, that was met with neediness. her lips part so easily for lappland's tongue and to lick into it. she wasn't the best of kissers (with her slowly getting more experience in that, she doubts that'd change too) though it doesn't stop her from getting comfortable pressed against lappland. tender, but not tender. a shudder from claws going along her skin.
what a mess this is, cellinia couldn't even help the way those manicured claws press lightly against skin along lappland's back and shoulders in how she's holding on to her. she could honestly steal as many kisses as she wants, texas might even be thinking about doing the same. the only thing is that she's not thinking much about anything else. nothing mattered, not past the now. any worries could be another time, and any other things texas would need to do. she'd show her around later, maybe bring lappland by one of her favorite places to eat at. that's all texas can do while hoping for the best.)