Altar of Twilight thinking of you is a poison i drink often

There was no matter of confusion when she saw him again, his appearance, his aroma, their last encounter together; it all still rung clear in her head.

A smile, coy and filled to the brim with desire, crept it's way along the edges of her lips. He had been among the few of her suitors whom she had not immediately turned away, and that alone was enough to rouse her curiosity for him once more.

And so with an eagerness floating in the air between them, Solaris momentarily abandoned her pursuit to lean over and place a mischievous, inviting, nip along his shoulder should he allow it.