i did not like to be touched๏ผ but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i would not break.
// sorry for being spotty here, the work made me tired and didn't have enough power to write something decent
but since the weekend started, I'm back, my dudes ๐
her cheek pressed against Syl's soft chest. a quiet murmur leaves the witcher's lips, filled with bliss and tiredness.
it's just a moment... just a short nap.