[It's a little too much to hope for, isn't it? Watching her die once, only to get her back and to watch her die again. Is it any fucking wonder he spent Hell rushing down to the bottom of the pit in every sense of the word? All that waited for him back home was raising his dead wife's son.
And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]
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And oh, he's gonna be shite at it.
But then again, he can't say he's lookin any more forward to what he's seeing here. It's a different sort of Hell, wrapped in a different sort of packaging, but still wants everybody crawling on their knees.
But he's got a pretty lass opening her legs for him, someone who knows a version of him at least -- and whatever sour feeling he's got in his stomach? He pushes it aside in favor of flashing her a grin. It's all charm and heat as he leans in to brush his lips along the inside of her thighs before he gives a playful nip.]
Me? Never, love. [And he doesn't exactly beat around the bush, so to speak. His mouth makes a trail up the inside of her leg with a pleased rumble of noise as his hands slide to grip the outside of her thighs. He uses the leverage to pull her a little bit closer.]