❛ I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s. ❜
various starters | accepting.
❛ What a choice of words. ❜
Claws reach out and grab onto shoulders, and slowly inch their way closer to the neck. The mask leans close, tilting slightly to the left when it stops, leaving a good gap between the two, but breaching what should be comfortable with relative ease. He won’t close it any further with the mask; it prevents a lot of what makes getting within inches of anthers face worthwhile.
❛ So, does that mean I have your permission to call you mine, then? You’ve left a very unique loophole for me; and I’d be a fool to not take full advantage of it, Commander. But then again, I can offer you the world, you know. I don’t think this is a loophole you’ll want to cover before you’ve at least given it a nice test run. I’m only here for you, after all. So how about it? You want to entrust yourself to death’s embrace? ❜