[He didn't, really. He thought he knew, and he knew enough - but if he fully understood the rage would be almost blinding. As it is, he's sees it at injustice. If he knew everything, he'd want to kill Ananke the second he saw her.
He's about to say something to that effect, but she grin at him and his train of thought dissolves utterly under its assault.]
Yeah that was never really in ques-- [But he's cut off as she takes the kiss that he half feels like has been owed her since the first time he ever even saw her, and his resolve crumbles. He lets out a low grown at the back of his throat and pressed forward into the kiss, letting her press it deeper.
His hands suddenly seem to remember their purpose, sliding onto her thighs as he gripped them.
Fuck, but he's wanted this for far, far too long.]
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He's about to say something to that effect, but she grin at him and his train of thought dissolves utterly under its assault.]
Yeah that was never really in ques-- [But he's cut off as she takes the kiss that he half feels like has been owed her since the first time he ever even saw her, and his resolve crumbles. He lets out a low grown at the back of his throat and pressed forward into the kiss, letting her press it deeper.
His hands suddenly seem to remember their purpose, sliding onto her thighs as he gripped them.
Fuck, but he's wanted this for far, far too long.]