[it's her. he knows that it's her, been so close to remember how her cigarettes had stuck to her skin and caught the slightest grace of her warm hand to his face. she'd patched him up and left him wanting, excited for a new game of cat and mouse. whoever he'd been chasing in the forest is forgotten about once he catches wind of that scent. familiar yet unfamiliar, one that he'd like to be enveloped in and take over with his own all at once.
he feels wrong, like his insides are on fire and he has to get his dick wet or the world will end. even he can tell that's dramatic, but the unrelenting need that drives him further into the forest erases any rationality. he's as much as a force during the hunt as he was killing the revenants, seemingly not having a limit for how long he can run for. throughout the chase, depending on how much he decides to play with her to pretend she's got a chance, breathy laughter will bubble up from his throat, the wild ecstatic sound of someone who has their prey cornered.
the urge to take her down is strong - he wants to grab her, show her that he's more than worth her time whether she likes it or not. but those thoughts are not his own and give him pause, and fuck, he aches. his lungs aren't getting enough air, body all pumped up on what he thinks is fuckall; this is the most turned on he's been in his life. he wants to fill her up, wants to give her children, wants to make sure she can't walk.
when he finds alicent, he circles her, slow and deliberate. he's a little twitchy, shoulders stiff and hands flexing at his sides. his mask is pushed up over his head, brown curls messy, strands stuck to his forehead with sweat.]
Hiya. [taking in her naked body, wetting his lips in anticipation. he's always been more animal than human in mind, this just confirms it.] Chasin' you was fun, but I don't think either of us wanna keep that up. Do we?
➵ ( closed ) alicent | cw: heat/rut, breeding, aphro, dubcon mention, maybe more we dont know
he feels wrong, like his insides are on fire and he has to get his dick wet or the world will end. even he can tell that's dramatic, but the unrelenting need that drives him further into the forest erases any rationality. he's as much as a force during the hunt as he was killing the revenants, seemingly not having a limit for how long he can run for. throughout the chase, depending on how much he decides to play with her to pretend she's got a chance, breathy laughter will bubble up from his throat, the wild ecstatic sound of someone who has their prey cornered.
the urge to take her down is strong - he wants to grab her, show her that he's more than worth her time whether she likes it or not. but those thoughts are not his own and give him pause, and fuck, he aches. his lungs aren't getting enough air, body all pumped up on what he thinks is fuckall; this is the most turned on he's been in his life. he wants to fill her up, wants to give her children, wants to make sure she can't walk.
when he finds alicent, he circles her, slow and deliberate. he's a little twitchy, shoulders stiff and hands flexing at his sides. his mask is pushed up over his head, brown curls messy, strands stuck to his forehead with sweat.]
Hiya. [taking in her naked body, wetting his lips in anticipation. he's always been more animal than human in mind, this just confirms it.] Chasin' you was fun, but I don't think either of us wanna keep that up. Do we?