[Caren could have been lost in that. If she had been another, she might have started laughing, hysterically. Or screaming. As it is, the illusion of Queensland struck her hard. Not with fear, no. Longing.
But this isn't the place for that. Her grip eases, and she, out of routine or habit, bats at him with one hand.]
That was awful. And you're doing it again.
[Her voice is a little more faint then usual, but there is that same amount of tartness, the huff in her voice. Still, for a few moments, she rests her head on that white jacket, and tries, against all odds, not to think of what it would be like to have that tattooed skin against her face instead.
She feels content with it, at peace, because there is nothing quite like hearing her own heart cry out in sufferance. She sighs, loud enough for Sion to hear as they begin to ascend in earnest. Caren knows that Sion will intentionally lose but...
The switch that happened before. She has to wonder what she had felt under her body, so similar to her own focus...but completely different. It makes her wonder what else he does to try to forget or suppress the need to destroy.
...Ah. They're a little too similar after all, aren't they. That really is funny.]
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But this isn't the place for that. Her grip eases, and she, out of routine or habit, bats at him with one hand.]
That was awful. And you're doing it again.
[Her voice is a little more faint then usual, but there is that same amount of tartness, the huff in her voice. Still, for a few moments, she rests her head on that white jacket, and tries, against all odds, not to think of what it would be like to have that tattooed skin against her face instead.
She feels content with it, at peace, because there is nothing quite like hearing her own heart cry out in sufferance. She sighs, loud enough for Sion to hear as they begin to ascend in earnest. Caren knows that Sion will intentionally lose but...
The switch that happened before. She has to wonder what she had felt under her body, so similar to her own focus...but completely different. It makes her wonder what else he does to try to forget or suppress the need to destroy.
...Ah. They're a little too similar after all, aren't they. That really is funny.]