[ The answer pleases him, and it shows easily in his expression. Strange, sharp, and alien as he may be, Marazhai still isn’t all that difficult to understand. He’s shamelessly honest, even if that comes with a darker edge than most. ]
That you do.
[ He purrs out the words, dark and low as their steps slow until her back is against the tree. His figure cuts off other ways to move as he steps in after her, just naturally imposing from the sheer difference in stature and the intensity he always seems to carry.
There is something more in his gaze, though. It’s a hunger that’s not quite the same as his bright-eyed enthusiasm for the usual pain she offers. It thrums through his veins impatiently, and he wars with the impulse to feast… But Lauralae is certainly one of the few that’s earned a piece of his rarely given respect.
Not that it presents itself typically, though. Especially not at the moment.
He grabs her waist as he leans in, not quite pulling her close so much as holding her in place. Even that touch feels correct in some strange way, and he hums out a low, thoughtful note to notice it. ]
I can feel the thrill of it—the hunt. [ It’s not quite her heart racing, but close. The psychic equivalent, maybe. ] It burns hot through you just as it does me.
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That you do.
[ He purrs out the words, dark and low as their steps slow until her back is against the tree. His figure cuts off other ways to move as he steps in after her, just naturally imposing from the sheer difference in stature and the intensity he always seems to carry.
There is something more in his gaze, though. It’s a hunger that’s not quite the same as his bright-eyed enthusiasm for the usual pain she offers. It thrums through his veins impatiently, and he wars with the impulse to feast… But Lauralae is certainly one of the few that’s earned a piece of his rarely given respect.
Not that it presents itself typically, though. Especially not at the moment.
He grabs her waist as he leans in, not quite pulling her close so much as holding her in place. Even that touch feels correct in some strange way, and he hums out a low, thoughtful note to notice it. ]
I can feel the thrill of it—the hunt. [ It’s not quite her heart racing, but close. The psychic equivalent, maybe. ] It burns hot through you just as it does me.