Prophet of Bogan
The moment their lips broke a slight noise of complaint left him, a whine some might say, but it was strangled and muffled as quickly as it escaped. Alisteri silently chided himself for his own eagerness and resolved to simply revel in the physical contact that Lina so generously gave him as she caught her breath. An issue that he didn't seem to have, although his composure was far more shattered anyway. Especially when her eyes opened to regard him again.
His arms drifted around her back as her hands moved up to loop around his neck, returning the embrace in kind as he ever so slightly pressed her even closer to him. He hadn't quite gotten enough of having her right beside him yet and at this rate he wasn't sure if he ever would. The unmasked man tensed as her fingers touched one of the tendrils that comprised his "wings", his whole form freezing for a moment before his next breath gradually unwound the tension.
Her words lit a new flush within his pale features, his golden gaze flickering to the side sheepishly as the traitorous tendril that she'd touched began to curl around her wrist. It didn't have much of a real texture, being more metaphysical than physical, but it did have a certain weight and sensation to it. Akin to a steadily pulsing vibration almost, not at all dissimilar to a heartbeat. Although one that was far too slow to be Alisteri's at the moment. "They're..." He sighed. "They're not the worst of it Lina. The worst of me."
His arms tightened around her waist for a moment as though expecting her to reel back or move away. "You recall our little trip to the Netherworld as you called it? My hands were...are..." A breath escaped his choked words as his gloved hands began to shake for a moment before he steadied himself once more. "I failed many times before I perished. These things are just one outcome of many of those failures." Whether he was referring to the tendrils or his hands was unclear.
Lina Ovmar
His arms drifted around her back as her hands moved up to loop around his neck, returning the embrace in kind as he ever so slightly pressed her even closer to him. He hadn't quite gotten enough of having her right beside him yet and at this rate he wasn't sure if he ever would. The unmasked man tensed as her fingers touched one of the tendrils that comprised his "wings", his whole form freezing for a moment before his next breath gradually unwound the tension.
Her words lit a new flush within his pale features, his golden gaze flickering to the side sheepishly as the traitorous tendril that she'd touched began to curl around her wrist. It didn't have much of a real texture, being more metaphysical than physical, but it did have a certain weight and sensation to it. Akin to a steadily pulsing vibration almost, not at all dissimilar to a heartbeat. Although one that was far too slow to be Alisteri's at the moment. "They're..." He sighed. "They're not the worst of it Lina. The worst of me."
His arms tightened around her waist for a moment as though expecting her to reel back or move away. "You recall our little trip to the Netherworld as you called it? My hands were...are..." A breath escaped his choked words as his gloved hands began to shake for a moment before he steadied himself once more. "I failed many times before I perished. These things are just one outcome of many of those failures." Whether he was referring to the tendrils or his hands was unclear.