He cannot really describe how this feels, mainly because even if there are moments of uncertainty, that is what they have been: moments. Plans change, and he can come up with another. This has gone on longer than a moment. The Dark Urge takes his wrist and he follows. He allows himself to be uncertain. Because maybe they both are but they are doing what they were put together to do: figure it out.
So he comes with him away from the heat of the flame, robe still open, his body kissed by the rush of cooler air taking over.
The question stops him short. The reply comes out a little more halted and uncertain than he planned. "You want me to?"
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So he has to be careful.
He cannot really describe how this feels, mainly because even if there are moments of uncertainty, that is what they have been: moments. Plans change, and he can come up with another. This has gone on longer than a moment. The Dark Urge takes his wrist and he follows. He allows himself to be uncertain. Because maybe they both are but they are doing what they were put together to do: figure it out.
So he comes with him away from the heat of the flame, robe still open, his body kissed by the rush of cooler air taking over.
The question stops him short. The reply comes out a little more halted and uncertain than he planned. "You want me to?"