[ Oh. For all of her ladykiller bullshit, Annie Westwind almost fumbles the drink in her hand as Rani presses on her. It's the dissonance of things: reality and unreality that live inside of her at all times. The shapes and colors she wears as deflection and then the layers of true sentiment underneath. The realness of her words: that she's comforted by others who have been conditioned as she has been conditioned, who have suffered as she has suffered. The unreality where sex solves any of that. The realness of the desire. The unreality of thinking Lakshmi might actually want that.
It exceeds the shape that Annie had made of the Jhansi Queen in her own landscape. She'd thought too small, and now Lakshmi Bai has risen up to show her what she's really toying with. God, it could make a girl's heart catch in her throat.
And then she's not fumbling the carafe so much as no longer finding it important, her hands lift to twist into the front of Rani's robes. ]
S'okay. I won't tell on you.
[ What's to tell? That a burning tiger prowled across her mind, whiskers and claws kissing, sizzling across the landscape? Sounds like Nyx, too full of passion to ever just fucking lay down and be quiet. ]
(Come here, come here.)
[ All the way back in, with or without hands and mouths, come back in and stay, keep me warm. Languid with liquor Annie is perfectly ready to be set alight. ]
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It exceeds the shape that Annie had made of the Jhansi Queen in her own landscape. She'd thought too small, and now Lakshmi Bai has risen up to show her what she's really toying with. God, it could make a girl's heart catch in her throat.
And then she's not fumbling the carafe so much as no longer finding it important, her hands lift to twist into the front of Rani's robes. ]
S'okay. I won't tell on you.
[ What's to tell? That a burning tiger prowled across her mind, whiskers and claws kissing, sizzling across the landscape? Sounds like Nyx, too full of passion to ever just fucking lay down and be quiet. ]
( Come here, come here. )
[ All the way back in, with or without hands and mouths, come back in and stay, keep me warm. Languid with liquor Annie is perfectly ready to be set alight. ]