[ Lyric has never been good at slowing down. There's always been something to do - an exam to study for, a project to push forward, a friend to make time for - and never enough time to tackle everything. An expanded lifespan did little to ease this pressure. If anything, it made her even more aware to the passage of time, the hours and days and weeks she's missed while under the Ferrywoman's thumb.
These cool, gentle hands, wound in her hair and trailing down her spine, are the only ones that can hold her in place. That can make her truly appreciate her extra years, knowing she'll have someone by her side through it all.
She shivers, breathing out a soft sigh as her fangs scratch her lip. Her teeth aren't nearly as sharp, but she teases with a nip of her own as she presses their bodies closer together. Slow is fine, but she'd like to melt into her too, thanks. ]
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These cool, gentle hands, wound in her hair and trailing down her spine, are the only ones that can hold her in place. That can make her truly appreciate her extra years, knowing she'll have someone by her side through it all.
She shivers, breathing out a soft sigh as her fangs scratch her lip. Her teeth aren't nearly as sharp, but she teases with a nip of her own as she presses their bodies closer together. Slow is fine, but she'd like to melt into her too, thanks. ]