piqued: (would you look at that.)
He was here for a Completely Unrelated Reason, but he's forgotten it now.

It's not something he doesn't Understand, really. He's got a Sense of why there are pages upon pages of writing on this desk, why there are familiar Names scattered through them and where the Impulse to craft a more perfect world comes from, although he himself had never been able to take pen to page about it.

But he's got his own Stories. He's got a whole Universe in his mind where Isaac and Urania have lived Happily Ever After in their very own Castle in the stars, where Victor and Zoë have their own beautiful Children, where his Father and Mother are Very Much in Love.

That doesn't make this tale involving himself and Zoë any more Sensible. That's why he's here puzzling over the pages rather than Whatever he came here to do, barely paying attention to the door.
Date/Time: 2013-02-19 14:26 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] rumourhasit
rumourhasit: (to love you like I will)
Her fingers curl at the nape of his neck, and she counts for ten seconds after pulling back before she murmurs, "better?"
Date/Time: 2013-02-19 15:12 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] rumourhasit
rumourhasit: (sure;; she's got it all)
It almost feels like the kiss isn't spiteful. It's... a little scary. But with his fingers tight in her hair, she won't pull away.
Date/Time: 2013-02-20 05:40 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] rumourhasit
rumourhasit: (she is a stranger)
... maybe he doesn't have to pull away.

That is. See how quiet she's being as long as his lips are on hers.
Date/Time: 2013-02-25 15:22 (UTC)Posted by: [personal profile] rumourhasit
rumourhasit: (but; baby; is that really what you want)
She ducks her head when he pulls away, only looking up to let him catch her lips again. "You... probably need to go."

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