Mount Apikuni don't go out tonight

she is still when he speaks, and replies easily. "I want you." it is said without lust or coyness, there is not of that present. it is more bold than she has ever been in a long time, yet still her stance is quiet, her words stoic even while her muzzle shifts near to hi once more, waiting, not quite touching. 

it is, perhaps, a morbid sort of infatuation. she has felt intimacy rarely and rarer still on her own terms, and shadow-made-flesh fascinates her like no other. heat moves through her slowly yet she is still, reverent still, seeking approval.