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Towa Herschel ([personal profile] overworker) wrote2020-09-23 12:33 am
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bondsofsuffering: ([Soft] Is it a message)

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-11 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[He tips his head down slightly, an acknowledging bow.]

Then how would you like me, Serenity...?
bondsofsuffering: ([Look] "No regrets)

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[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-13 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[A brief pause]
bondsofsuffering: ([Soft] I didn't feel like)

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-13 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[But then bowing a little deeper.]

A nice little bow, huh? Let's see...

[He casually raises his arms up, as though merely stretching - only for a vine to drop down from a tree above, one length coiling around his wrists, another creeping down along his arm to loop around his shoulders in a loose approximation of a collar necklace, a star grass flower blooming in place of a bell.]

Does a nice little flower work instead?

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-14 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[He tips his head down obediently for her, murmuring:]

Of course, Serenity.

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[He shifts along the way, helping her to do so.]

I'd like it best if you got to do whatever pleases you the most.

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-25 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He tilts his head with a soft smile, moving his hands just enough to demonstrate how tightly bound his wrists are in the vine.]

I'm your captive for today, so shouldn't you take advantage of that as much as you can?

[Though he's far from completely helpless - because more star-shaped flowers are beginning to bloom along the ground, the air quickly filling with a sweet scent, motes of pollen gathering enough to be visible to the naked eye.

And if that pollen happens to make them both all the needier, well - that's fine too, isn't it?
]

Re: Izzy

[personal profile] bondsofsuffering 2021-11-25 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a hazy sort of sweetness for sure. The more the pollen obscures the rest of the forest from them, the more intense the need grows, as though pulling a curtain around their world of flowers and heat.

Izanagi is far from immune to his own effect, his breath hitching easily at the sensation of every kiss along his skin, well along on his way towards arousal.
]