12-14-2024, 07:40 PM
Though the room was hardly a cacophony of activity, the emotions were filling her up, and Esper drifted into it as she rested against Roza. There was sexual tension, the unexpected pleasure of something new, anger swallowed, the distraction of happiness, curiosity, awe, deeply buried pain… She sighed a little, as content inside as the full belly was making Roza. A thought pinged somewhere in the back of her mind that someone here must be using the channeling gift, amplifying everything to a heady luxuriousness. Had Roza not been busy devouring the plate of food in her lap, Esper might have sunk down to place her head there. “È bello qu,” she murmured instead, reaching to wrap her fingers softly through the threads of silky hair that fell to Roza’s waist.
She only blinked her eyes sleepily open because of a new flavour added to the feast. An intrusion of trepidation. Though it wasn’t sight so much as the keenness of her senses that found the face peering out and down the stairs. Her gaze did sharpen after, though, as she recognised those wide eyes and mop of blonde hair. She shifted like an alerted predator, careful not to hurt Roza as she let the hair fall through her fingers. Without breaking gaze she reached to tug the other woman’s arm, sure Roza would realise what she had seen, and then unfolded to her feet. Her eyes did not blink.
She headed straight for the stairs. When she was close her hand outstretched with the full intention of running her fingers in soft exploration of his face. He felt no different, or not any different from anyone else here. Curiosity ignited, but her brows drew down too, like a recalcitrant child who’d discovered a toy did not work as expected.
[[Translation: It feels nice here]]
She only blinked her eyes sleepily open because of a new flavour added to the feast. An intrusion of trepidation. Though it wasn’t sight so much as the keenness of her senses that found the face peering out and down the stairs. Her gaze did sharpen after, though, as she recognised those wide eyes and mop of blonde hair. She shifted like an alerted predator, careful not to hurt Roza as she let the hair fall through her fingers. Without breaking gaze she reached to tug the other woman’s arm, sure Roza would realise what she had seen, and then unfolded to her feet. Her eyes did not blink.
She headed straight for the stairs. When she was close her hand outstretched with the full intention of running her fingers in soft exploration of his face. He felt no different, or not any different from anyone else here. Curiosity ignited, but her brows drew down too, like a recalcitrant child who’d discovered a toy did not work as expected.
[[Translation: It feels nice here]]