Noctisardor Bypass life is about creating yourself.

Figment saw her paw lift and in spite of her better judgement, he eyed her with eager hope that she would come back to him. She didn't move any further, though, simply tempted him with a comment that made his heart race. He swallowed thickly, unable to bring himself to answer.

His brows lifted in surprise when she made her own confession—one that aligned their desires in another, unexpected way. He didn't know very many women that didn't want to be mothers. To have found someone that seemed to want a similar future. That was funny and charming and intelligent. Fig suddenly found himself looking at her a little closer now, wondering if there was more here than just what they might have in this singular moment.

"I don't trust me with you either," Fig admitted slowly. He searched her face after a moment of hesitation, knowing he should go, but still rooted to the spot. "But... Maybe I don't need to trust me," he continued, "Maybe I can just trust you and you can trust me. And that way, we'll both be able to... resist. I know I certainly don't want to do anything to break your faith in me, so..."

It was backwards nonsense. He knew it was a reach, but Fig didn't care. He gave a little shrug as he finished, his expression asking for her thoughts though no further words slipped his tongue.