stilettoes: ➝ sᴛɪʟᴇᴛᴛᴏᴇs (ii.)
𝒏𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒗 ([personal profile] stilettoes) wrote in [community profile] station72 2018-01-12 03:15 pm (UTC)

( How sweet. The pleasure's all mine. )

[ his fingers are cool, rings on each and every one, slim and silver all shapes and sizes. he guides her in close to the steps and ascends with her, hand in hand. the swell of voices is kind, a warm sensation, sunlight to bask in on the way up. sure, these darker things of hers will remain down here, that's just fact. a soul built on stone and earth has roots too deep to just go digging in at blindly with bare hands, but there's more to soul than just a stone cold crypt. it's what you make of it when you step forward and step lively.

and just because they make it to the landing, doesn't mean he lets go of her, though she's welcome to pull back if that's what she wishes. he's a creature of a tactile nature. ]


( Now, what's your name? I doubt it's even close to what they were calling you down there. ) [ a light squeeze of the fingers ] ( I'm Hadrian. )

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