[mature] A Promise I'll Keep {Kensa}

[Kensa]

for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

This time it is Clayton who is forward. As his muzzle trails along her skin she arches her neck in surprise and delight, snorting in a soft pleased way. Her topaz eyes are bright as he sidesteps to run his gaze over her and she gamely strafes a single pace away from him to widen his field of view, flaxen tail flicking coquettishly at her hocks. Her laughter in response to his words is confident rather than nervous. She doesn't shy away from the compliment. "Thank you." softly, warmth and easy happiness in expression. She hasn't been happy, but this bright bubble in which she and Clayton drift suddenly gives her amnesia to her hurts.

"Hyaline has missed you." She says only, but there is a smile on her full pale lips that says a little more. He should have taught her to miss him instead of disappearing but maybe she can learn now. Kensa exhales against Clayton's darker muzzle and for a moment it seems that she might pull away or toy with him... but it feels better to reach out and brush her lips across his own with a feather light tenderness. Its a gesture at odds with her previously flirtatious bearing, and she is still for a moment, her lungs filling and emptying, face parallel to his. "I'm glad you've come."

She enjoys being desired, but having someone seek her out is particular pleasure. As many friends as she claims and many lovers with which she shares passionate moments...when she is here, existing as Primarch, she is incredibly alone.  

kensa

for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.

@[Clayton]