Vastra ignores his comment on the sparkling, except for a slight roll of her eyes. It didn’t change her distaste towards it to know he liked it, he wasn’t the one who lit up whenever he was happy, but she finds that she doesn’t mind that he likes something else about her. She doesn’t expect it to last long, anyway. Surely she’ll find a reason to be annoyed or furious before long and the sparkling will fade, leaving her as plain as she preferred.
She doesn’t know what to do when she catches the solemn look in his eyes, nor the heavy truth of where he had been. Vastra is just as bad at comfort as she is talking. There’s a quick, tentative brush of her muzzle against his though this doesn’t feel quite right. So she follows it up with teasing words. “And don’t you forget it.” She would have followed him into the earth to rage at him if she had known how, would’ve shouted into every abyss she could find if she thought he would hear it.
Her storm eyes dance at his reaction to her touch, the sigh and the deep nicker that it encourages from him. The embrace that comes is welcome, it is pleasant, and Vastra reminds herself to not be brash. To not push or demand more of him. She didn’t know what it meant, to be swallowed by the earth, and what that might change. Not much, she thinks, but maybe enough. She typically didn’t give much thought to what he did outside of when they were together - except when she had thought he had run off before at least meeting the children he had sired. It had been two years since they were last together, though that didn't matter much to her - there had also been a considerable time between their first meeting and when she had shown up here, too late to find the lion but discovering a willing and enjoyable partner all the same.
It is a strange thing, to be known as well as Svedka seems to know her - her sandy ears twitching with the enjoyable sound of his laughter and it manages to distract her from the trace of his nibbling. The playful-but-rough nip that she lands on his skin is answer enough - he’s right, that is the closest she’ll get to admitting she liked him out loud. There were far more enjoyable ways to show him that truth.
Vastra thinks but will not say that she’d much prefer for him to show her just how much he’s missed her touch than answering his question. Her frustration that he keeps talking instead of doing anything else is lessened by the press of his smirk against her throat, the humming she can feel in her skin that sparkles a little brighter as something close to happiness courses through her.
No, she is happy. She's many things in this moment but she is happy and she feels a little more alive too - and wants to share that feeling with him.
“Just my touch.” She replies in a low voice next to his ear but - since talking isn’t something she’s good at - she also doesn’t know when to shut up. So even though her mind has turned solidly to other things, she continues in her quiet, rough voice after using her teeth to tug on his mane needily. “And that we have twins.”
She doesn’t know what to do when she catches the solemn look in his eyes, nor the heavy truth of where he had been. Vastra is just as bad at comfort as she is talking. There’s a quick, tentative brush of her muzzle against his though this doesn’t feel quite right. So she follows it up with teasing words. “And don’t you forget it.” She would have followed him into the earth to rage at him if she had known how, would’ve shouted into every abyss she could find if she thought he would hear it.
Her storm eyes dance at his reaction to her touch, the sigh and the deep nicker that it encourages from him. The embrace that comes is welcome, it is pleasant, and Vastra reminds herself to not be brash. To not push or demand more of him. She didn’t know what it meant, to be swallowed by the earth, and what that might change. Not much, she thinks, but maybe enough. She typically didn’t give much thought to what he did outside of when they were together - except when she had thought he had run off before at least meeting the children he had sired. It had been two years since they were last together, though that didn't matter much to her - there had also been a considerable time between their first meeting and when she had shown up here, too late to find the lion but discovering a willing and enjoyable partner all the same.
It is a strange thing, to be known as well as Svedka seems to know her - her sandy ears twitching with the enjoyable sound of his laughter and it manages to distract her from the trace of his nibbling. The playful-but-rough nip that she lands on his skin is answer enough - he’s right, that is the closest she’ll get to admitting she liked him out loud. There were far more enjoyable ways to show him that truth.
Vastra thinks but will not say that she’d much prefer for him to show her just how much he’s missed her touch than answering his question. Her frustration that he keeps talking instead of doing anything else is lessened by the press of his smirk against her throat, the humming she can feel in her skin that sparkles a little brighter as something close to happiness courses through her.
No, she is happy. She's many things in this moment but she is happy and she feels a little more alive too - and wants to share that feeling with him.
“Just my touch.” She replies in a low voice next to his ear but - since talking isn’t something she’s good at - she also doesn’t know when to shut up. So even though her mind has turned solidly to other things, she continues in her quiet, rough voice after using her teeth to tug on his mane needily. “And that we have twins.”
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