DEDICATED HENRATURRA POST;

[vecna]

(( when the sun sets, we're both the same ))

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[velluminous]

[ huffs a little sigh, coddled to some extent. when she moves her hands, there's the sense of coolness in the air, a stirring, and then that dampness drying on his thighs and his trousers and the sofa, too—it dissipates entirely. ]

All clean.

[vecna]

[Just like that, all clean.

Except... he can't help himself. He straightens slightly and eases back, to watch himself only partially exit from her. Surely there's still a mess from that...?]

[velluminous]

[ alas. all clean. ]

Leaving me now, are you?

[vecna]

[No view for him to enjoy :( ]

No. I don't have to just yet.

[He's not as hard as before, of course, but still not so flaccid that he can't simply return to his previous position, sliding back into her. She seems to prefer that for now.]

But if you want those kisses...

[velluminous]

I should have to let you go.

[ no view to enjoy nor proof of his wickedness. she turns her cheek a little more to try to see him, even couched behind her. ]

Do you not feel it, also? This intimacy.

[vecna]

Of course I do.

[Draped over her, she can easily catch his expression. He’s still flushed, and he looks at her like she’s his whole world. It’s very much the reality.]

It’s as close as I’ll ever be to being a part of you — physically, at least.

[velluminous]

What other ways to be part of me?

[vecna]

Sharing our memories, our minds brushing together.

[Or his subsuming hers, both of them taken away to do whatever they like. They've done that before.]

Or... knowing that I'm always in your heart.

[velluminous]

[ yes, it would be that. it is his way; the only way Henry knows how. but doesn't it remain that it's also true?

sighing, she straightens, pulls away from that slow stroke of her horn, and leans back into his shape. ]

There is hole you fill in it.

[ and he would leave a hole if he were to ever depart from it. ]

[vecna]

[Words like that, and how can Henry possibly resist moving both arms down to wrap around her middle? Even if it means he practically seams against her, sitting slightly more up like this, then isn’t that just fitting for the conversation at hand?]

And mine, with you.

[Without her, all he has is darkness, hatred, and loneliness. Without her, his heart is full to brimming with insidious things, yet her lack would still leave him hollow. He knows this.]

So don’t ever go anywhere, okay?

[velluminous]

[ ahh. with a growing, audible smile, ] Never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever.

[vecna]

[With every reassurance, Henry’s heart both strains and swells. There is nothing more that a man like him could hope to hear.

He sounds almost giddy from the notion, his keen smile clear in his words.]

Good. Because you’re stuck with me, too.

[velluminous]

Stuck in me.

[vecna]

[omg] Dirty girl. Yes, that, too.

[velluminous]

You are equally bad! You simply don't say it out loud.

[vecna]

That’s not true. I never had thoughts like that until I met you.

[This does not completely negate her point.]

[velluminous]

Yet you were clearly capable.

[vecna]

You bring out my most- [Squeezes her in a hug tighter, playfully.] -profane, what can I say?

[velluminous]

[ mm, but this certainly feels interesting.

again, softly, as she melts into every point of contact: ] Say less...

[vecna]

[Close, and still very intimate.]

And… do more?

[velluminous]

[ hmmm. ]

Who said that?

[vecna]

I can read your mind. [He didn't.]

[velluminous]

Aha.

[ humouring him with an exhaling smile. unbidden, the thought of nearly every single time he has "done more" floating across—lipstick kisses and blood on his chin; tentacles in the greenhouse; a sketchbook in his lap. and then... the long nights together, wrapped in his arms. watching the stars. walking arm in arm through the South Ward. his presence warming the room even when they do not talk. he does do a lot for her... and it escapes her how to adequately show her gratitude. ]

Help me turn over.

[ without separating. ]

[vecna]

[She needn't. Her presence is more than enough — he could ask for nothing else, be grateful for nothing else. He loves her so much that it will destroy him if he ever loses that love, and so what more could she give him, than to simply be with him?]

You mean like this? [Still connected.] You'll have to hike up a thigh.

[He will, though, do as asked. Both hands on her hips for now, turning her to the side.]

[velluminous]

[ thigh: hiked. ]

Can you not do all of this for me? Lazy boy.