Her lips welcome his so wonderfully, despite how he interrupted her. Promise of infinite patience is forgotten, Gundham’s awareness focusing completely on the taste on her lips and the way she responds to him. Eyes close, the breeder finding himself enjoying the softness of her mouth far more than he thought her would. He keeps the gentle care in this contact, even when she tries to pull him closer. He is yet to determine how hungry she is for him so he does his best to keep his own welling desires at bay. After all, he doubts Sonia would want to meet that version of him.
A breath is pulled into his lungs when she pulls away, a delicious ache throbbing in his chest. Eyes open, the movement slow. Hooded eyes focus on her and he sighs, a gentle smile touching his lips. To then hear his name said with such breathless reverence. It makes his eyes widen and body to go rigid. He didn’t think he’d hear such a thing from Sonia, of all people. At least it seems she quite enjoyed that experience.
When she expresses her light-headedness, the breeder is quick to act. Hands move to her waist and arm, steadying her so she doesn’t fall. Concern enters his features and Gundham feels an apology rising to his lips. It wasn’t his intention to make her feel like this. Did he let the kiss linger too long?
“Oh, no. We cannot allow that. Here, sit,” The breeder instructs guiding Sonia to sit down on the bench they were using to read on. “You must relax. Are you unwell? Or perhaps injured? … I-I am sorry. I should have not allowed such an act. Perhaps my poison is affecting you. Please, take some deep breaths.” Words said with such care as he feels a terrible guilt beginning to pool within him. Of course he’d corrupt her so quickly.
Oh, his smile--it flooded her soul with a warmth that flew in the face of his declarations of being the Supreme Overlord of Ice. Of course, she’d never would’ve believed in that particular title of his even when she didn’t know him beyond the brooding boy that was the most gorgeous member of the opposite sex that she’d ever laid eyes upon; the way he treated the animals in his care was all she needed to see to disprove that. However, the nigh-maniacal grin or the stone-faced severity of his usual expressions didn’t compare to the way he looked in that moment when the armor of his eccentricity was removed. He was beautiful, almost ethereally so in a way that made anyone else pale in comparison.
Truly, he’s stolen her heart... and she couldn’t find it in herself to mind.
The immediate concern that revealed itself after her giggly admission was further proof of the tenderness that existed beneath the black and violet of his aesthetic. She couldn’t help but to laugh, the sound bright and hopefully reassuring as she shook her head as if trying to protest being treated so gingerly as if she were made of glass... but alas, she was still guided to sit before she could find the words to protest. Curse the haze of hearts that impeded her tongue!
“Gundham... please. I’m quite alright.”
The adulation was still present in her tone as she shook her head, her slender fingers carefully brushing past the aubergine of his scarf--she must take care with that, as important as it is to both his Devas and himself!--to take hold of the bottom of his jacket’s lapels before tugging gently to guide him to take a knee in front of her. Not to be subservient, but to look her in the eyes with his mismatched own. Her smile was impossibly warm just for him as she continued to speak.
“In fact, I am better than alright. I am wonderful, though if you wish for that to continue?”
Sonia leaned in, her forehead making light contact with his own.
“...then you’ll do that again.”
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