[ Oria kisses the crook of Sinclair's neck, leaving another mark there, brighter than all the others. Perhaps the shirt should come off, but will Oria do that? No. Not yet. Instead, the shirt is getting hiked up a little more as his hand goes higher up until it reaches his chest, over his heart. There's something about feeling vulnerable while still having the shield of vulnerability up rather than feeling vulnerable without it. That's Oria's way of bullying. ]
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[ Oria kisses the crook of Sinclair's neck, leaving another mark there, brighter than all the others. Perhaps the shirt should come off, but will Oria do that? No. Not yet. Instead, the shirt is getting hiked up a little more as his hand goes higher up until it reaches his chest, over his heart. There's something about feeling vulnerable while still having the shield of vulnerability up rather than feeling vulnerable without it. That's Oria's way of bullying. ]