Open RP Post

[andfire]

Open RP Post

♦ All characters are allowed to interact, regardless of being in a game with Elsa or not.
♠ This is an IC-spam post; only character journals, please.
♥ Doubles and threadjacking are allowed for maximum derp.
♣ 4th-walling: is allowed; Elsa can take it. She will likely just think you're crazy.
♦ Wank and OOC matters will be deleted.
♠ Crit will be redirected to the HMD

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This post has no established setting, to allow for any sort of thread. Voicetesting, smut, derp, violence, angst, crack, memes, any other shenanigans I might be missing are acceptable.

Also backtagging.

Lots of backtagging.

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Comments

big dumb babies

[handsomefoil]

His body felt tense. Not tense enough that she could feel it through his skin, but just enough to keep him awake. With the pleasant ache of his body and the euphoric feeling of the after-glow, this bit of tension is most unwelcome.

That is, until he felt the sheet drape over his body like a thin embrace. Tentative, but accepting, and he exhales against her skin and screws his eyes shut in relief. Was that relief? He didn't even realize so much of his emotions were riding on this short moment, waiting for her to react, answer, anything...

She didn't want it to go away. She wished for him to stay, to be a part of her body. They had been connected, shared with each other, and melded together in a primal and wild ritual of sorts despite everything that's happened, and to him it feels right. It feels right that they bonded over a horrible mistake, and it's more than he deserved. That realization in itself is enough for him to feel...happy. How odd.

"Mm..." It's not any sort of word, but it's a positive hum, as he lets his hand rest on her cheek. His fingers twitch a little, caressing her flushed skin absentmindedly.

dumbest babies

[andfire]

There is a drowsiness falling over her. Thick and heavy, but pleasant. In the haze of it, she tries to remember the last time she's ever felt this relaxed, and she comes up with nothing.

It's... liberating.

She doesn't quite realize that her eyes aren't opening after she's shut them until she feels herself drifting away. There's a brief moment where she thinks to fight it -- she should probably throw some semblance of clothing on, for the sake of modesty -- but instead she turns her head so her nose touches his palm, and she lets out a breath against it. Her fingers draw a light, idle pattern along his shoulder blade until she folds them over the back of his neck.

The sleep is welcome.