[ She sinks beneath his grip and it's easy to close his eyes, to breathe in as she exhales, press a little harder and let go only to repeat. There's something like a huff of laughter that sparks across the link, faint and humorless. ]
(Me? Never.)
[ It'd been a warning, he thinks, maybe, but she's right; it's a stupid one. He knows the feel of her mind, knows the echoes that lay beyond her - a little thing like darkness whispering in the back of his mind, fraying tatters hanging listlessly in the wind hardly compares, no matter how all consuming it feels to him.
Will they drag each other down, he wonders, is it too much too soon is she gonna feel the Nyx-shaped absence all over again, heaving and fresh the way he feels Bucky's -
But he doesn't care. He doesn't know why the hell he didn't come to her in the first place, when she's the only one he knows who'd really get it - the only one other one dumb enough to twist themselves so far down into a broodmate that losing them was losing a piece of themselves.
His hand ghosts over hers, following the path down, and he pulls her in - and pulls, and pulls, desperately drinking in her colors and letting her fill him up. His hand trips over his own thigh, teeth biting absently at his lower lip as he sinks into their connection, pushing it open wider.
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( Me? Never. )
[ It'd been a warning, he thinks, maybe, but she's right; it's a stupid one. He knows the feel of her mind, knows the echoes that lay beyond her - a little thing like darkness whispering in the back of his mind, fraying tatters hanging listlessly in the wind hardly compares, no matter how all consuming it feels to him.
Will they drag each other down, he wonders, is it too much too soon is she gonna feel the Nyx-shaped absence all over again, heaving and fresh the way he feels Bucky's -
But he doesn't care. He doesn't know why the hell he didn't come to her in the first place, when she's the only one he knows who'd really get it - the only one other one dumb enough to twist themselves so far down into a broodmate that losing them was losing a piece of themselves.
His hand ghosts over hers, following the path down, and he pulls her in - and pulls, and pulls, desperately drinking in her colors and letting her fill him up. His hand trips over his own thigh, teeth biting absently at his lower lip as he sinks into their connection, pushing it open wider.
And closing out the rest of the Nest. ]
( You mind? )