[She... would not do well at Disneyanywhatever... No, not at all. All those happy people, the costumes. It might end up the Disneyanywhatever Massacre. Mickey Mouse's head displayed on the wall of the Enchanted Castle as a warning for anyone who ever comes near that god awful happy place again.
But then again that could be fun~
(One would like to hope that they wouldn't be on a team of anything if they didn't at least have some measure of trust between them. Hell, she even waited to the absolute last second to close the portal, because she just knew he'd make it back. So, regardless of the exterior she presents, and yes she has issues with trust, but she's wouldn't be here if she didn't care on some level.)
Hmm.. closer is better. Closer is warmer, and lovely. She hums soft and approving, as she adjusts herself against him, closer. Closer, because he's warmer and he's asking her too. The leg she has thrown over his hip, hooks him more tightly against her. Every brush of his fingers on his back is oddly warming, partly for the simplest reason, and partly because they're a whispering little reminder that there is so much more going on here.
Maybe, just maybe this is one of those things she might have thought about on a few occasions since they've known each other. Then again, maybe not, but either way they're here now and she can't think of any good reason not to. If he can, he's welcome to stop them.]
Best Birthday~ \o/
But then again that could be fun~
(One would like to hope that they wouldn't be on a team of anything if they didn't at least have some measure of trust between them. Hell, she even waited to the absolute last second to close the portal, because she just knew he'd make it back. So, regardless of the exterior she presents, and yes she has issues with trust, but she's wouldn't be here if she didn't care on some level.)
Hmm.. closer is better. Closer is warmer, and lovely. She hums soft and approving, as she adjusts herself against him, closer. Closer, because he's warmer and he's asking her too. The leg she has thrown over his hip, hooks him more tightly against her. Every brush of his fingers on his back is oddly warming, partly for the simplest reason, and partly because they're a whispering little reminder that there is so much more going on here.
Maybe, just maybe this is one of those things she might have thought about on a few occasions since they've known each other. Then again, maybe not, but either way they're here now and she can't think of any good reason not to. If he can, he's welcome to stop them.]