It's my magic. [ proudly, because he's a witch after all!. ish sits up (boo), murmuring his magic words, wrapping his hands in a golden hue. like this he's able to unclasp the necklace easily, placing it to the side.
this view IS more scandalous to his 1920's gentleman eyes. don't mind him licking his lips (for some remaining juice, no, for his next bite) as he considers where he should place himself. ]
If I bit you everywhere, even Cain would notice. [ sadly.
so...just here will have to do. he places his hands against hwylryn's chest, the magic on his hands loosening the fabric there for greater skin to skin contact. and then he leans in, biting (striking really), right above his collarbone.
it's not gentle given the speed and his fangs, small but pointy, like the snake he is. but once he savors the taste (as it's certainly hard enough to draw blood), he begins to lap at the puncture marks with care. ]
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this view IS more scandalous to his 1920's gentleman eyes. don't mind him licking his lips (for some remaining juice, no, for his next bite) as he considers where he should place himself. ]
If I bit you everywhere, even Cain would notice. [
so...just here will have to do. he places his hands against hwylryn's chest, the magic on his hands loosening the fabric there for greater skin to skin contact. and then he leans in, biting (striking really), right above his collarbone.
it's not gentle given the speed and his fangs, small but pointy, like the snake he is. but once he savors the taste (as it's certainly hard enough to draw blood), he begins to lap at the puncture marks with care. ]