(Quite. But if "Sugar" is what you like then you can keep calling me that. I won't put up a fight.)
[ he winks easily, without missing much of a beat at all. the weightiness of the name on his tongue tastes like a multitude of pages in a book, this one just another written down on an empty line.
he's more than content with the touch for now, it's hardly even a thought that crosses his mind, to let go of her now at this point. there's a strong sense of needing to keep her from doubling back, of keeping the stairs from calling back to her if he can even do that. he pulls in close to guide her forward down the hall, watching as the darkness of the house begins to recede slowly, fingers pulling away from covered eyes. he hums. ]
(Rogue.) [ he tastes it on his tongue, tilting his head and looking down his glasses a moment before turning back to the hall. to walk someone else's dreams is... well. is this even walking someone else's dreams or did she walk her's right into his brain? perhaps a bit of both considering the tightly woven interlinked binding that tethers them together, a blanket that's soothing and smothering all at once and peter can't choose whether he likes it or not.
but rogue. rogue is brood. pulls at his brain closely like a whisper. he adjusts his glasses with a free hand. ] (It's not the most unpleasant circumstance I've been pulled into here, believe me. Don't worry yourself over it. I'm only glad I could be here to... help. If this is helping at all. You were having a bit of a time down there... are you alright?)
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[ he winks easily, without missing much of a beat at all. the weightiness of the name on his tongue tastes like a multitude of pages in a book, this one just another written down on an empty line.
he's more than content with the touch for now, it's hardly even a thought that crosses his mind, to let go of her now at this point. there's a strong sense of needing to keep her from doubling back, of keeping the stairs from calling back to her if he can even do that. he pulls in close to guide her forward down the hall, watching as the darkness of the house begins to recede slowly, fingers pulling away from covered eyes. he hums. ]
( Rogue. ) [ he tastes it on his tongue, tilting his head and looking down his glasses a moment before turning back to the hall. to walk someone else's dreams is... well. is this even walking someone else's dreams or did she walk her's right into his brain? perhaps a bit of both considering the tightly woven interlinked binding that tethers them together, a blanket that's soothing and smothering all at once and peter can't choose whether he likes it or not.
but rogue. rogue is brood. pulls at his brain closely like a whisper. he adjusts his glasses with a free hand. ] ( It's not the most unpleasant circumstance I've been pulled into here, believe me. Don't worry yourself over it. I'm only glad I could be here to... help. If this is helping at all. You were having a bit of a time down there... are you alright? )