[ already the Unseen Servants were picking up garments and carrying them back to Bren; as if the garments were made of gold; though they were finely crafted by Essek's own hand. Essek brushed a soft kiss against the collarbone, tasting salt there-- and then he pulled himself away so that he could straighten his own clothing. Bren's vantage point, he'd get to see exactly how he had ruined the drowpire.
The tussled hair that was normally so effortlessly styled, the barely there wrinkles in clothing, the rip in the stockings from their union; perhaps there was still a bit of a bruise against his neck from where they had fucked in the backseat of the car a few days ago-- a bright purple spot that should've been an impossibility due to his vampirism but rather seemed to catch and hold like a dark star of passion.
And yet he still attempted to make sense of it even if it was perhaps a lost cause, and that he would become rumpled once again, and likely by the hands of his mate. ] Do you need help standing? I may have been a contributing cause to that. [ And that smile was all beatific mischief with eyes that sparkled in equal parts gold and amethyst. ]
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The tussled hair that was normally so effortlessly styled, the barely there wrinkles in clothing, the rip in the stockings from their union; perhaps there was still a bit of a bruise against his neck from where they had fucked in the backseat of the car a few days ago-- a bright purple spot that should've been an impossibility due to his vampirism but rather seemed to catch and hold like a dark star of passion.
And yet he still attempted to make sense of it even if it was perhaps a lost cause, and that he would become rumpled once again, and likely by the hands of his mate. ] Do you need help standing? I may have been a contributing cause to that. [ And that smile was all beatific mischief with eyes that sparkled in equal parts gold and amethyst. ]