Blackfeather Woods Piragua

Reaction was what Sheogorath lived for. To push and pull his pawns forward, to make them do something, anything at times. At first he thought she would stay considering her reaction to his touch was so positive, but it lingered for less than a second. He hadn't missed it, though, that, exactly what he was looking for. Reaction. First in that moan that got him all riled up, the one sound that made him realise that he was giving reaction too.

Then the follow-up, the dash from the water, the fleeing. As she wheeled around he merely stood there, a confident and charming smile on his face; something that might have made him a rebellious and naughty prince charming in a fairy tale, if not for his ragged appearance. There was a playful spark in his eyes, one that said, I know you liked it. She liked it, and it was evident that he didn't care what anyone might think about, well, anything, really. Sheogorath wanted what he wanted and maybe it was time to shift his game around since Damien seemed out of reach. Now, in this game, he knew it was a matter of timing that might give him the advantage over Potema and make her weak-kneed in time.

His mismatched eyes continued to stare, searching for eye contact, mischief clearly written on his face. Something that said not to take it too seriously. But maybe just seriously enough, so that he could some day have a taste of these forbidden fruits. He remained there, the mischievous sparkle in his eyes, staring at her and waiting until she would turn away and leave, as he expected her to.

>:)