[There is a point at which refusing to associate with people for their own good becomes performative, a matter of penance, and while Zevlor is open to as much penance as he needs to perform, now isn't the time. There is a battle ongoing, and he can't sit it out. She knows him, knows the risks. At the moment, there may be no one else in the city who knows him as well as her, and maybe that's a sad thought, because while they certainly established a passionate bond, they haven't been close for long.
If they win this one, maybe they'll get a chance to remedy that.
She says she's going to kiss him, and he smiles, warm despite the prickling of misgiving that has nothing to do with her or him and everything to do with the cult and the Elder Brain looming in the distance. His arms slip around her waist, a firm, affectionate embrace.]
Not if I kiss you first. [And surely, the gods can forgive him for taking this one little moment of comfort and affection for himself. Or maybe it's none of the gods' fucking business, actually, if she is giving it so freely. It's her mouth, after all.
He seals his lips over hers, soft and sweet, a contrast to their heavy, hungry kisses during her heat, but he lingers.]
the companion we didn't know we needed
If they win this one, maybe they'll get a chance to remedy that.
She says she's going to kiss him, and he smiles, warm despite the prickling of misgiving that has nothing to do with her or him and everything to do with the cult and the Elder Brain looming in the distance. His arms slip around her waist, a firm, affectionate embrace.]
Not if I kiss you first. [And surely, the gods can forgive him for taking this one little moment of comfort and affection for himself. Or maybe it's none of the gods' fucking business, actually, if she is giving it so freely. It's her mouth, after all.
He seals his lips over hers, soft and sweet, a contrast to their heavy, hungry kisses during her heat, but he lingers.]