[ she likes this. she wants this. that truth suffuses her every word, bright and shining and unbearable to look at. he can't possibly understand how someone like her would want him like this-
or maybe he can understand all too well. when her fingers thread through his hair, when a dirty little human offers him everything he's ever needed and then some-
his hips roll a bit further, a bit faster - still slow, still worried. ]
Some idol you are.
[ she is so, so much more than an idol. a goddess. a myth. a queen. ]
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[ she likes this. she wants this. that truth suffuses her every word, bright and shining and unbearable to look at. he can't possibly understand how someone like her would want him like this-
or maybe he can understand all too well. when her fingers thread through his hair, when a dirty little human offers him everything he's ever needed and then some-
his hips roll a bit further, a bit faster - still slow, still worried. ]
Some idol you are.
[ she is so, so much more than an idol. a goddess. a myth. a queen. ]