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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[More somberly, since he does realize "sabotage" hits close to home-]
Sabotage that was narrowly avoided by a hoof to the skull. And thus, Silver Blaze ran off into the night, to be found by a scheming neighbor in the morning, who painted over his markings in an attempt to keep him from his owner.
Sabotage that was narrowly avoided by a hoof to the skull. And thus, Silver Blaze ran off into the night, to be found by a scheming neighbor in the morning, who painted over his markings in an attempt to keep him from his owner.
[Inexperienced as he is, he must be doing something right. Every sound of hers, held back as though out of pride, does little to conceal every small physical tell. And the not-so-small, he thinks, as she pulls her legs up.
One more long, indulgent swipe of his tongue. A breath, fanning across her folds, and then.
He pauses. Smiles.]
One more long, indulgent swipe of his tongue. A breath, fanning across her folds, and then.
He pauses. Smiles.]
[ aaaaaaaa!!!
COVERS HER OWN FACE. she is aware suddenly that she is covered from head to toe in goosebumps. ]
You are too good.
COVERS HER OWN FACE. she is aware suddenly that she is covered from head to toe in goosebumps. ]
You are too good.
So is the shape of human nature, or at least a part of it. My most interesting cases always have a skein of guile and corruption running through them.
This one is far from the worst of it, I'd say.
This one is far from the worst of it, I'd say.
[That IS what he likes to hear. There's satisfaction in his voice.]
Mm. You have plenty of tells to read, dear girl. It's all a matter of following through.
Mm. You have plenty of tells to read, dear girl. It's all a matter of following through.
[ she does not have tells!!! ]
Not only for that reason.
[ as little as a smile undoes her, floods her with a love so intense it hurts ]
Not only for that reason.
[ as little as a smile undoes her, floods her with a love so intense it hurts ]
You cannot deduce?
Because you are my beloved.
Because you are my beloved.
[Oh.]
Matters of the heart... are so rarely bound to the same rules of logic and deduction.
[Such sentiment, though. He wonders what it was like, falling in love with this woman. Falling in love at all.]
He's fortunate, you know. This... future version of me.
Matters of the heart... are so rarely bound to the same rules of logic and deduction.
[Such sentiment, though. He wonders what it was like, falling in love with this woman. Falling in love at all.]
He's fortunate, you know. This... future version of me.
[ that's something not even she can answer. ]
He is.
[ what she neglects is to say how fortunate she herself feels. as if speaking it aloud might curse it somehow. she just holds the feeling close, guarding it. ]
Come back up here. I want being held.
He is.
[ what she neglects is to say how fortunate she herself feels. as if speaking it aloud might curse it somehow. she just holds the feeling close, guarding it. ]
Come back up here. I want being held.
A victim of his own ill attempts to deceive, driven by his greed. But, no… not a victim in the usual sense of the word, where most of my cases are concerned.
[He will experience it himself… in time.]
Of course, dear girl.
[That she’d want to be held speaks volumes, after his tongue had been tasting her so thoroughly. Sholmes pushes his elbows into the chaise, trying to rise…
With great… effort…]
…you may— have to help me up.
Of course, dear girl.
[That she’d want to be held speaks volumes, after his tongue had been tasting her so thoroughly. Sholmes pushes his elbows into the chaise, trying to rise…
With great… effort…]
…you may— have to help me up.
[ oh. look at him struggle. she unfurls her legs then, like a spider in a blossom, and braces her hands above each of his elbows. her tail, too, abandoning the stiff length of him and wending his waist instead.
she feels weak, but it remains she's still stronger than him. upsy-daisy. ]
she feels weak, but it remains she's still stronger than him. upsy-daisy. ]
[Allez hop, as both the French and NBA players say.
Up he goes, and her strength is just enough for him to half-stand, half-fall forward onto the chaise again. He all but melts into her, if not for how he manages to brace himself with one hand on the back of their seating, his knees on either side of her hips.]
...Thank you.
Up he goes, and her strength is just enough for him to half-stand, half-fall forward onto the chaise again. He all but melts into her, if not for how he manages to brace himself with one hand on the back of their seating, his knees on either side of her hips.]
...Thank you.
[ that's perfect, because she's melting into him, in turn. arms around, and tightly. she thinks. the drug makes it difficult to know. ]
Mmhhhh.
[ a low and sighing sound as she buries her face against him. ]
Mmhhhh.
[ a low and sighing sound as she buries her face against him. ]
[Tight enough. The drug does make it difficult to know.
He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?
He relaxes the arm used to prop himself up, which means he further slumps forward as she buries her face against him. His own chin finds her shoulder, resting there.
There. Holding. She's so warm.
It's a bit... nice.]
Will you... tell me more about yourself, while we're like this?
[ it is... nice. almost as if they weren't high and halfway lust-ridden. she's acutely aware of the point of his chin on her shoulder, little tingles through her upper body, and shivers out a breath into the cut of his half-open collar. ]
I am scholar. Was scholar. Now... I do not know.
I am scholar. Was scholar. Now... I do not know.
[Comfy... were it not for the lust, yes, still making him buzz warmly.]
Mm, I would be entranced by an acaedmic, yes.
[...]
Has your path taken you elsewhere?
Mm, I would be entranced by an acaedmic, yes.
[...]
Has your path taken you elsewhere?
It has taken me... [ a deep inhale, a deeper sigh. morose. the sound of someone languishing without purpose. he may know it well. ] I don't know. This remains to be seen.
[...He does know it. He's suddenly sorry to have brought up what seems to be a point of uncertainty in her life, though it seems silly to feel that way. He is her future husband, is he not?]
I hope I am helping you find that answer.
I hope I am helping you find that answer.
It is not my place to pass judgment in accordance with whether someone had a right to perish, but... Well, that is the freedom of being my own agent, and not one of the police.
Either way, he fate was sealed well before I arrived. I merely ferreted out the truth.
Either way, he fate was sealed well before I arrived. I merely ferreted out the truth.
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