[ he lets himself drown in these moments when the opportunity rises, aware of their rarity and his inability to keep them snatched for long. not only is it a soldier's burden but with credit to many of his own personal demons, he hasn't known how to live in the silence.
everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
( his touch along her back, even for how light it is prompts a soft sound, not quite a moan but something familiar. there's the thought to warn him that if he continues he'll find her interest stirred back up but the words don't seem to come.
instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )
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everything remains a battlefield, in his fists, in his mind, even here where he seeks the chase of a thrill in the streets, settling for low time criminals to ease the urging monster instead.
but then there's minutes he can steal like this, holding a woman close to his body, eyes drawn close, her mouth tender to his neck with soft caresses, and he finds for a brief moment, he can breathe. even if it's, as always, faded to vanish when the reality slithers its way back in.
for now, though, he holds quill for as long as she allows, tips of his fingers grazing over her shoulder and ghost touches gliding across to the bone of her back, soaking it all in for all its worth. ]
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instead, quill lifts her head from where she'd rest it, bringing her hands to his chest and giving a careful push, encouraging him onto his back.
she'll move against him, adjusting her position to lay her head at his shoulder, hand resting on his chest. her fingers trace slowly, soft exploration of the scar they find themselves near )