[ He was wondering if that was going to come up, but even so, he plays a coy. ]
Do they?
[ Said as the tendril curling around his neck does more than just merely "wiggle". It full-on moves, sliding over his skin, unraveling from his throat to slide up the side of his face instead, one impossibly dark strip of ink, if that's what it truly is, caressing his cheek. ]
no subject
Do they?
[ Said as the tendril curling around his neck does more than just merely "wiggle". It full-on moves, sliding over his skin, unraveling from his throat to slide up the side of his face instead, one impossibly dark strip of ink, if that's what it truly is, caressing his cheek. ]