(vertin almost wonders if she's in a trance, a daze, with how easy this comes. following what feels right, her tongues strokes is clumsy in response to schneider's own though vertin would get used to it. eventually. tonight is not that time for her and that's no problem knowing how starved they both seem.
schneider's insistence is met with vertin offering much more. her lips, her kindness, her warmth, everything. nobody would have expected such things from vertin no matter that kindness and the way she'd give affection to others freely. because they did not bother to look past that, not even to breach within vertin who refused to let others in. much less get that far. pain was something that existed in memories that vertin would always replay about her mind.
yet vertin could have never felt so at ease with just anyone else doing that, the thrum of unknown emotions. the warmth which overflows within her that vertin was unable to say what it might be. she has a vague idea, but vertin wouldn't label it for a desire to not lose this feeling next. what might be the first time she's felt something and longed so utterly hopeless for another.
her hands are shaky, there are vague thoughts and worries about vertin's back being exposed. vertin finds it easier to take that request; to remember it's schneider who had been there when arcana pointed out so gleefully that vertin's back was carved into almost ritualistic. the moon, the lines, the eye, and everything taking up the entirety of it when vertin's reaching to unbutton her shirt.
if nobody else ever again saw it, vertin would not mind. if schneider kept seeing it then....that was fine too.)
ur fine btw, sucks its been eating things lately x.x
schneider's insistence is met with vertin offering much more. her lips, her kindness, her warmth, everything. nobody would have expected such things from vertin no matter that kindness and the way she'd give affection to others freely. because they did not bother to look past that, not even to breach within vertin who refused to let others in. much less get that far. pain was something that existed in memories that vertin would always replay about her mind.
yet vertin could have never felt so at ease with just anyone else doing that, the thrum of unknown emotions. the warmth which overflows within her that vertin was unable to say what it might be. she has a vague idea, but vertin wouldn't label it for a desire to not lose this feeling next. what might be the first time she's felt something and longed so utterly hopeless for another.
her hands are shaky, there are vague thoughts and worries about vertin's back being exposed. vertin finds it easier to take that request; to remember it's schneider who had been there when arcana pointed out so gleefully that vertin's back was carved into almost ritualistic. the moon, the lines, the eye, and everything taking up the entirety of it when vertin's reaching to unbutton her shirt.
if nobody else ever again saw it, vertin would not mind. if schneider kept seeing it then....that was fine too.)