OPEN POST; [ HERLOCK SHOLMES / TGAA ]

[retroductions]

(( hold you in my dreams ))

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[retroductions]

[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.

[velluminous]

[ 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. ]

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[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?

[velluminous]

[ 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.

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[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?

[velluminous]

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.