[ Loki always comes like a force of nature, demanding and leaving all at a disarray behind her. it suits her, just as being swept away in her own whims seems to suit her. they're both a tangle of limbs, locked at the fingers, or the elbow as Loki leans in to meet her lips, sloppy and uncaring. ]
And you can still find your voice.
[ when she parts there's a devious curl to her lips, and the low purr in her tone says she means to change that.
the town goes on around them and without them for the moment, the Taraxa and Qorral still needing their attention. for now, they're dismissed for better endeavors, and Loki cares little of what comes of their mission.
the next kiss comes with parted lips and heat, the brush of her long hair against her cheeks. ]
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And you can still find your voice.
[ when she parts there's a devious curl to her lips, and the low purr in her tone says she means to change that.
the town goes on around them and without them for the moment, the Taraxa and Qorral still needing their attention. for now, they're dismissed for better endeavors, and Loki cares little of what comes of their mission.
the next kiss comes with parted lips and heat, the brush of her long hair against her cheeks. ]