She may not be as aware of the changes as he is, but they are coursing through his body like wildfire, his skin crackling beneath her touch as she snuggles into him. It is a welcome feeling - comforting him, surrounding him - and one that he appreciates greatly, especially given how his mind is running on overdrive.
And his body.
Skellig is shaking slightly beneath her, wrapping his limbs to hold her close. He knows something has changed, he just can't figure out quite what it is. Everything which before was slightly hazed and fogged is now crystal clear, which is mildly overstimulating - her skin touching his, her feathers against his body, her breath against his neck. All of it is laser-sharp in focus.
"I am yours," he whispers. "All of me." He presses his hands against her skin, his lips against her forehead. He sounds a little desperate, a little frantic as he speaks, but it is more his emotions taking charge. "I am yours, Kreyu. My dragon."
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Date: 2024-04-10 10:11 pm (UTC)And his body.
Skellig is shaking slightly beneath her, wrapping his limbs to hold her close. He knows something has changed, he just can't figure out quite what it is. Everything which before was slightly hazed and fogged is now crystal clear, which is mildly overstimulating - her skin touching his, her feathers against his body, her breath against his neck. All of it is laser-sharp in focus.
"I am yours," he whispers. "All of me." He presses his hands against her skin, his lips against her forehead. He sounds a little desperate, a little frantic as he speaks, but it is more his emotions taking charge. "I am yours, Kreyu. My dragon."