( Emilia moves against him honey-slow, the curve of her molding to the stillness of him, stomach to stomach. Chest to chest. Her half-lidded gaze takes him in, him and all his stillness. She was fooled by it once, and is not any longer. He will not remain unmoving. It's the war in him.
A demon that refuses to surrender, and a witch that will not yield. What an eternity they may have. )
You once said to me — you once said I should, under no circumstances, bargain with the devil. 'What's his is his.'
( Her hand slides from his shoulder down to his chest, over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. )
no subject
( Emilia moves against him honey-slow, the curve of her molding to the stillness of him, stomach to stomach. Chest to chest. Her half-lidded gaze takes him in, him and all his stillness. She was fooled by it once, and is not any longer. He will not remain unmoving. It's the war in him.
A demon that refuses to surrender, and a witch that will not yield. What an eternity they may have. )
You once said to me — you once said I should, under no circumstances, bargain with the devil. 'What's his is his.'
( Her hand slides from his shoulder down to his chest, over the steady thrum of his heartbeat. )
Was that true?