[ You would think he'd be ready for this sort of thing. With what horrors he's seen - and done, at that - something like a kiss shouldn't make him hesitate. It has nothing to do with her status, he couldn't give less of a shit about her royal position, but...
It's rare, so rare, to meet someone who knows who he was and yet still accepts who he is. It's a little scary, perhaps, to know that someone thinks so fondly of him. Scarier still, to reciprocate those feelings. Because as a monster, he had only himself to care for, and he was good at that. But to have someone else occupy his thoughts, his concerns... who wouldn't be nervous? How many millennia have to pass to shake off those jitters?
Not enough, it seems, but as she braces herself against him he considers that there's really very little to worry about in this moment at this time. She's here because she wants to be, as is he - this is practically a foregone conclusion. No need to dance around it.
So he doesn't.
He slips one hand to press flat against her lower back, drawing her forward and flush against him as he presses his lips to hers with no intent to be sweet or gentle. That's not, after all, who she came up here for. She wasn't here for Prince Charming (the lecherous prick). She was here for him, and for whatever that entailed.
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It's rare, so rare, to meet someone who knows who he was and yet still accepts who he is. It's a little scary, perhaps, to know that someone thinks so fondly of him. Scarier still, to reciprocate those feelings. Because as a monster, he had only himself to care for, and he was good at that. But to have someone else occupy his thoughts, his concerns... who wouldn't be nervous? How many millennia have to pass to shake off those jitters?
Not enough, it seems, but as she braces herself against him he considers that there's really very little to worry about in this moment at this time. She's here because she wants to be, as is he - this is practically a foregone conclusion. No need to dance around it.
So he doesn't.
He slips one hand to press flat against her lower back, drawing her forward and flush against him as he presses his lips to hers with no intent to be sweet or gentle. That's not, after all, who she came up here for. She wasn't here for Prince Charming (the lecherous prick). She was here for him, and for whatever that entailed.
Who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? ]