Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,

Intimacy was not something he had been taught, but he knew it. A form of it. The intimacy of combat between two rivals, the feeling of having someone's life between your teeth... He was well versed in these aspects of it, knowing not the term. It was not this kind of intimacy that the woman is after though; it doesn't feel the same, even with the veneer of poppies to distort Revui's perception. He feels pressure until it is gone, and then there is emptiness, there is cold. He becomes aware of the absence of her teeth slowly and when it finally registers in his mind, she's already moving to counter that void she'd left—pressing in close beside him. Her warmth floods the space between their bodies.

She presses in so close to him that at first, Revui is too confused by the sensation. There is no clashing of teeth, here. There is no bloodshed. His heart thunders in his chest at its usual beat, lazy like himself, but it feels like so much more with how distorted his perception has become—like it may burst from him. Is that what she wants? Her face presses in to his neck and Revui tenses, rumbles, full of warnings but not sure why exactly—then, he lunges and tries to force her away. He does not like the feeling of something so solid (like her skull) against something so precious (like his throat) and in trying to force her away, he pushes with more might than is necessary.

He doesn't know his own strength in that moment, and soon finds himself pressed against her. Sprawled across her, in a way, which makes his pulse burn.