[ There's no lie in her, except perhaps the lie they're sharing together, that love alone is enough to heal the deep wounds in their souls. But it's a pleasant deception, a lie made for abandoned children, so Armand is content to ignore it.
He makes a soft noise of surrender as she leans in to kiss him, his arm sliding out around her body to hold her close, almost convulsively. He rubs his fingertips along the curve of her spine, intoxicated by the warmth of her mortal body and the words she offers him, careless with everything she wants to be for him, with everything he wants to be for her. The little bird who flew into his hands; his sister in pain and loneliness. ]
Yes. I love you, Lauralae. [ Saying the useless words, feeling the useless feelings. He shifts his weight, leaning up above her to look down into her eyes for a long moment, as if searching them, before he tilts down again to kiss her, deep and slow, letting it be full of hunger and gratitude. ]
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He makes a soft noise of surrender as she leans in to kiss him, his arm sliding out around her body to hold her close, almost convulsively. He rubs his fingertips along the curve of her spine, intoxicated by the warmth of her mortal body and the words she offers him, careless with everything she wants to be for him, with everything he wants to be for her. The little bird who flew into his hands; his sister in pain and loneliness. ]
Yes. I love you, Lauralae. [ Saying the useless words, feeling the useless feelings. He shifts his weight, leaning up above her to look down into her eyes for a long moment, as if searching them, before he tilts down again to kiss her, deep and slow, letting it be full of hunger and gratitude. ]