[once, arms around her shoulders made her tense. for the longest time the only people she'd permit to touch her like that had been montag and lutz. it had been sort of a new development with julian, and one that she never had a chance to grow accustomed to. it's been months for her since she last felt this sort of touch. for him? perhaps longer. she wasn't a stranger to time flowing differently in the magical realm. what felt like days in the chariot's world only translated to mere hours in the real one. sometimes a day in the real world felt like mere minutes. who knows how it works with the devil's?
and before... well, he'd still been human the last time he'd touched her like this. it's a different sensation now. before his strength had been well-hidden. now, she can feel it radiating off of him just as easily as she can feel the heat of his body through layers of clothing. she can feel it under the weight of his hands, and for a moment all morga can do is stand there looking like someone hopelessly lost in the woods.
before her voice can even think about faltering, morga allows herself a moment of weakness. her arms snake under his own, one hand gripping the base of a wing and the other cinching tight around his back. her forehead goes against his chest, and she just... stays there. whether she wants to acknowledge it or not, it's something she needs. has needed. what did he say - treat yourself right? this counts.]
I am, you fool.
[if it came out muffled? well. don't judge her. don't even look at her. it's just all the fur around her cloak coming up to bunch around her face, that's all.]
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and before... well, he'd still been human the last time he'd touched her like this. it's a different sensation now. before his strength had been well-hidden. now, she can feel it radiating off of him just as easily as she can feel the heat of his body through layers of clothing. she can feel it under the weight of his hands, and for a moment all morga can do is stand there looking like someone hopelessly lost in the woods.
before her voice can even think about faltering, morga allows herself a moment of weakness. her arms snake under his own, one hand gripping the base of a wing and the other cinching tight around his back. her forehead goes against his chest, and she just... stays there. whether she wants to acknowledge it or not, it's something she needs. has needed. what did he say - treat yourself right? this counts.]
I am, you fool.
[if it came out muffled? well. don't judge her. don't even look at her. it's just all the fur around her cloak coming up to bunch around her face, that's all.]