Animus pauses for the briefest moment, before suddenly stepping forward to wrap Vaeltia in a light hug.
Sometimes, all words did was get in the way.
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Animus pauses for the briefest moment, before suddenly stepping forward to wrap Vaeltia in a light hug.
Sometimes, all words did was get in the way.
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It was sudden, but partially expected. She had hugged him before, but this was different, it was more than a reciprocal. She returned the hug.
He is skin hungry.
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After a long moment, the Thyrsus gently pulls away, eyes glistening. "You already are." The words drift on the wind, seeming almost an unnecessary addition.
A glance toward Ahriman, suggesting consideration of giving him the same treatment. But the curly-haired Mastigos is spared.
"Perhaps it's time we head back."
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