Sleepy Fox Hollow she tells me 'worship in the bedroom'

The barrier she always held had remained forcefully tepid with the gargoyle before her, knowing to allow anything more or less could very well be her undoing. There was a flash of something in his eyes—was it agony?—she did not know, but he reached for her and it was then she let the walls come crumbling down.

Heat licked at her stomach—her eyes jaded as they fluttered shut, unable to look to him as she tested these waters now, the most haunting of kisses placed to his cheek before roving down to his throat. She waited his reaction—whether her intention was spurned from grief, from a goodbye or from the need to cling to something she could never have, she would never know.

For now, she only lived for the moment, for if she had learned anything in her time with Diaspora was that tomorrow was never promised.