PSL | voicetesting?

[franchisepirate]

What I'm doing with this, I have no idea.

Links for various muses:

™ Westley | The Princess Bride | random encounters

♥ Saya Otonashi | Blood+ | newly hatched (recycled from older musebox)

♣ Saya Otonashi | Blood+/AU-ish | hunting

♠ Cross Marian | D.Gray-Man/AU-ish | suspicious circumstances (given his recent game history)

♦ Penelope Garcia | Criminal Minds | deserted hotel

∉ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | nothing to swipe

∈ Zelgadis Greywars | Slayers | underground wraith fight (yes seriously)

♛ Carol Peletier | The Walking Dead | child walkers (...yep)

∅ Xellos | Slayers | PESTERING YOU ♥

Comments

[failed_antichrist]

[His only intention had been to make sure she was okay, to make sure she was fed. Even he could never say how things get turned around this way, he just knows there's relief in Saya's warm lips.]

[He meets her passion with his own, slipping in his tongue while his hands run down her back, smoothing out her clothes, but there's an implication he wishes to start removing them.]

[sangreine]

[ His motions with her clothes are -- surprising, but not even slightly in a negative sense. Just, she's usually the one to push and press. She wonders what could have changed... ]

[ But, it's not important. (In fact, she's struggling to remember what was so important, and that's the trouble with the two of them.) She whispers his name against his mouth, half question and half plea -- she doesn't seek an answer in words, but this being Setsuna she might receive one nonetheless, and whatever it is she wants, for once, to hear it. ]

[failed_antichrist]

[There were complications, before. Before he wanted to make sure Saya wanted him. Before that, there was Sara and Setsuna's grief over losing her. Now, it's just him and Saya. No complications. At least, not for him.]

Want you. [Is about all he manages to breathe out.]

[sangreine]

[ Hearing that, she gasps hard enough to break the kiss, a sharp twinge shooting through her; god, she actually feels weak in the knees. That's the first time he's ever been the one seeking her, and it's all she's wanted since she woke. ]

I'm yours, [ is all she says, and she dives headlong into that kiss with everything she's been trying to keep back from him, desire and raw need which she'd never felt safe enough to show him. And she means it; whatever he wants, here in this corridor or in one of these rooms or anywhere in between. (In the City too, if he likes, but she doesn't dare hope for that.) ]

[failed_antichrist]

And I'm yours.

[He whispers the words out as he starts to remove more of Saya's clothes while his lips take from her, curiously, eagerly. Setsuna is willing, here, there, in the City, wherever Saya wishes to be.]