illie, sap sipper
she/her
26
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist
head professor
oh, drunken gods of slaughter, you know i've always been your favorite daughter.
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illeana reyes
duality
POSTED ON Jul 1, 2021 1:21:10 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]the effect of her words is lost on her. there's no detection of jealousy, of irritation, of greed. perhaps because she isn't searching for it, if only because how could she be certain it'd exist? the rules of their relationship were laid out in the mildly misty room overlooking ever grande city. etched into flesh, written in carnal hymns breathed between bodies. she doesn't question it, doesn't push for more. after all, what good would it do her? his touch is hungry enough to match his eyes and she's left to read between words and syllables unsaid. a need for her seems obvious given their entanglement but is she missing something? is there a piece to the puzzle evading her senses? perhaps it lays in shadows of a room or in the corners of a mind. whatever inquiry she wants to pursue fades, eventually, when their time in the store is fading and he's speaking. attention snaps away from collars, eyes darting to seek his. she doesn't bother offering words. instead, her lips curl into a content smile. his tug is met with little resistance, sure, but she'll stall on the stroll to the register. trinkets catch her eye, little bits of gold and silver beckoning her with glances. she pays them as much attention as she does him, her hand tightening on his slightly whenever something cute pops up. ||| away from fairy lights and crowded spaces, they find seclusion. one could almost say it's romantic and perhaps she almost wants it to be. moonlight bleeds between spaces of trees and leaves, painting her face in flashing moments of ethereal grace. while she enjoyed the warm glow of the night market, this somehow feels better. more natural, more comfortable. his fingers intertwine with hers and warmth floods her body. even with the mild chill, it's content. she's content. it bleeds into her every move. her smile, her fingers faintly squeezing his, even the faint pink mist she puffs out when she breathes. and yet, she doesn't turn to face him yet. instead, she tilts her head to the sky, to the moon watching them. somehow, her smile grows almost bittersweet. "that depends," she murmurs. a pause, a heartbeat, and then her eyes are drifting toward him, head returning from the sky. "are you going to keep providing your company?" the timeline is vague, as if she's hinting at something not quite promised. coyness only gets a girl so far, perhaps.
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