We'll add one more to the list. [ because, yes, he has in fact created an absurdly convoluted set of contradictory nikolai-isms that only manage to work due to an excess of confidence and utter lack of shame. ] Rules are meant to be broken by kings, queens, scoundrels, and the sun.
[ he has more to add, but his thoughts ebb away when the sweetness of alina's mouth takes over, her kiss far more demanding than expected, though he hardly minds. her tongue is welcomed wholeheartedly, his lips parting to allow her to deepen the kiss while his hand travels up her spine to grip the base of her skull, fingers tangling in her hair. it's a moment that he can lose himself in, a moment that temporarily quiets the discord in his mind, and for that, he's grateful — grateful that she somehow holds the power to make that happen at all.
he hums into her mouth, sighing audibly when she pulls away and catching a glimpse of the spark in her eyes. they glow with a nearly otherworldly aura, as captivating as it is brief. considering he has one of the most powerful grisha that has ever lived currently in his bed, perhaps her comment on his taste for punishment isn't entirely off the mark. ]
I can tell when people say yes to me just because of who I am and not because they see the reason behind my actions. [ he runs his thumb along the color blooming in her cheeks, her skin warm, and smiles gently at the feel of her fingertips at his mouth, stealing a quick kiss to the pad of her ring finger. ] I love hearing the word yes. But I despise it when it comes like that. I'd rather have a long, difficult argument than for someone to feel they were coerced by me.
[ beneath the sheets, his knee rises slowly to push between her legs, feeling the silk of her gown hike up with the movement. he brushes her hair back again, this time over her shoulder so he can tilt up and press a kiss to her collarbone, his lips moving higher along the column of her throat and finally settling just beneath her earlobe. he tongues at the soft skin before sucking sharply, delicately placing what will eventually blossom into a bruise, easily hidden by her hair. ]
Sometimes I think I do rather enjoy my own misery. [ he kisses her jaw before settling back, a hazy desire in his eyes but feeling content to simply stew in it. ] It's far better than fighting it.
same feel
[ he has more to add, but his thoughts ebb away when the sweetness of alina's mouth takes over, her kiss far more demanding than expected, though he hardly minds. her tongue is welcomed wholeheartedly, his lips parting to allow her to deepen the kiss while his hand travels up her spine to grip the base of her skull, fingers tangling in her hair. it's a moment that he can lose himself in, a moment that temporarily quiets the discord in his mind, and for that, he's grateful — grateful that she somehow holds the power to make that happen at all.
he hums into her mouth, sighing audibly when she pulls away and catching a glimpse of the spark in her eyes. they glow with a nearly otherworldly aura, as captivating as it is brief. considering he has one of the most powerful grisha that has ever lived currently in his bed, perhaps her comment on his taste for punishment isn't entirely off the mark. ]
I can tell when people say yes to me just because of who I am and not because they see the reason behind my actions. [ he runs his thumb along the color blooming in her cheeks, her skin warm, and smiles gently at the feel of her fingertips at his mouth, stealing a quick kiss to the pad of her ring finger. ] I love hearing the word yes. But I despise it when it comes like that. I'd rather have a long, difficult argument than for someone to feel they were coerced by me.
[ beneath the sheets, his knee rises slowly to push between her legs, feeling the silk of her gown hike up with the movement. he brushes her hair back again, this time over her shoulder so he can tilt up and press a kiss to her collarbone, his lips moving higher along the column of her throat and finally settling just beneath her earlobe. he tongues at the soft skin before sucking sharply, delicately placing what will eventually blossom into a bruise, easily hidden by her hair. ]
Sometimes I think I do rather enjoy my own misery. [ he kisses her jaw before settling back, a hazy desire in his eyes but feeling content to simply stew in it. ] It's far better than fighting it.