[ Sinclair lifts his gaze, his breath stuttering for a moment in his chest. He feels dizzy with those words, the weight of that promise. Colour rises in his cheeks, as his eyes grow darker. Just like that, it's as if something sparks a little differently, the little whispers of caution snuffed out in an instant]
Mn. I'll make it so you can't forget.
[ And he presses forward, hands sliding up over Oria's chest, tracing over his skin. He pushes Oria down against the bed, kissing him deeply]
no subject
Mn. I'll make it so you can't forget.
[ And he presses forward, hands sliding up over Oria's chest, tracing over his skin. He pushes Oria down against the bed, kissing him deeply]