@thetempsfamily going against desires that come naturally to him. to her. to people like /them/; city-rulers and underground dealers.
he stops until raziel has to curve just slightly to get a proper look at him, no shame in corroding her personal space. it’s easier to speak in whispers like +
@thetempsfamily him a viable list.
she’s here because she wants to be.
she’s /here/ because she’s restless and her silly little head hasn’t stopped turning since he put his between her legs.
“happy?”
@thetempsfamily dust particles just as light and thoughtless.
when his head finally turns, raziel sees the flicker of amusement stamping the dimple on his cheek again. it’s fun watching her pretend she’s obligated to do this like she couldn’t have just assigned one of her people to forward +
@thetempsfamily absence created in the viper-pit that is seoul to the sea ports of busan.
right now, it’s enough that they know he’s alive. having official headquarters would only be a symbolic target.
“better get my swim trunks, then.” he mutters from behind, glancing around the foyer +