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[cold_dry_pieces]

[ooc; image posted without his knowledge. art is by Fernando Vicente, it seems more his style than an angel or something :3]

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[cold_dry_pieces]

[It's not the first big secret she's entrusted him with; but somehow it's different, since whatever she is, this time, he certainly isn't. It doesn't change what they do share.

Nor does it change why he came, or what either of them want. He presses a little closer, lifts her skirt a little higher. Knowing better doesn't change the fact that she's human enough in bed.]

[synanthrope]

[It's different because it's not a secret that she shares with him, it's something entirely her own. She moves her hand to his shirt now, her spinneret retracting back into her skin, and in a moment his shirt is in her hands, split in two.]

Good.

[cold_dry_pieces]

[He might be miffed about that, if he wasn't distracted. As it is he's more intent on getting the rest of their clothing out of the way.]

[synanthrope]

[Don't worry, she'll replace it. Her heels stay on, clicking against the floor]