05-11-2021, 02:51 PM
Svedka says he’s been called worse and she’s certainly inventing a few creative terms for him in her mind right now. As he meets her and they are so close. Her ears flatten and she gestures with a harsh nod of her head to the sparkling that is fading in and out with her conflicting moods. “This is… new.” Vastra wasn’t someone prone to happiness, so it had not happened much - but one day Sundari and Ciroc were meeting Chel and she had laughed and then she had started sparkling. Her daughters weren’t likely to ever let her hear the end of it. And since then, whenever she feels joy it comes out - displaying her emotions for all to see.
It has not happened often. And when it does, it is normally quick to fade as embarrassment and anger wash in and take over.
Now though? Of course he was going to witness the full effect. Of course.
“I’m mad at you.” She curses but the sparkling does not dim from her skin. It intensifies, much to her annoyance, when he nips at her crest and she’s furious with how quickly delight and pleasure course through her at that touch. As though no time has passed at all. Any anger that she tries to focus on slips through her grasp quickly. This reunion is too new and though Vastra had imagined kicking him in the face when she saw him again, if she saw him again, she doesn’t move away to strike.
Because she had missed him. More than she thought she would.
Because there are other things she imagined doing upon their reunion.
“I’m so glad you’re not dead but I’m mad at you.” She tells him as she nips at his skin though the action contradicts those last few words (true as they may be). It is gentle compared to what she’s done in the past as she relearns his scent and the pattern of white and gold on his neck. Vastra is a bold mare, she does not hesitate over much, but a little restraint feels appropriate now. She is bold but she has enough of a brain to not be presumptuous and the soft brush of her muzzle against where she had just nipped his skin is a question of permission to keep doing so.
It has not happened often. And when it does, it is normally quick to fade as embarrassment and anger wash in and take over.
Now though? Of course he was going to witness the full effect. Of course.
“I’m mad at you.” She curses but the sparkling does not dim from her skin. It intensifies, much to her annoyance, when he nips at her crest and she’s furious with how quickly delight and pleasure course through her at that touch. As though no time has passed at all. Any anger that she tries to focus on slips through her grasp quickly. This reunion is too new and though Vastra had imagined kicking him in the face when she saw him again, if she saw him again, she doesn’t move away to strike.
Because she had missed him. More than she thought she would.
Because there are other things she imagined doing upon their reunion.
“I’m so glad you’re not dead but I’m mad at you.” She tells him as she nips at his skin though the action contradicts those last few words (true as they may be). It is gentle compared to what she’s done in the past as she relearns his scent and the pattern of white and gold on his neck. Vastra is a bold mare, she does not hesitate over much, but a little restraint feels appropriate now. She is bold but she has enough of a brain to not be presumptuous and the soft brush of her muzzle against where she had just nipped his skin is a question of permission to keep doing so.
VASTRA
@[Svedka]