Yuki
"I've nothing important to do today, so we could just... be here all day. If you want." Brokentear proposed, and I blinked, taken aback for a second before sinking into the idea with pleasure.
"Oh?" I purred, a smirk tugging at my lips. I tilted my head until the eye with a scar under it was completely covered, seeing him with one eye. Keeping one hand over his furiously pounding heart, I moved upwards until we were face to face, my hair falling around our heads so that all I could see was him.
"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" I asked, raising the hand not over his heart to trail my fingertips lightly over his cheek, resting very lightly on his throat. I leaned forward until we were sharing the same breaths, willfully ignoring the scent of his skin.
"Are you sure you could handle it? Being mine and mine alone?" I whispered, voice low and-dare I say seductive?-and woman-like, smirking at how his eyes seemed to widen at my words and he seemed to stutter on a breath. At the very least, I felt pride when his eyes seemed to rest for a brief second on my lips. I lightly brushed my fingers over his throat again, enjoying and memorizing the look in his beautiful eyes and the warmth of his skin and just the moment itself, then smiled slightly bitterly and leaned back until I was on my knees above him somewhere down by his hips.
"At least for the day," I amended, voice returning to it's normal child-like timber, wiping away the previous moment with a childish smile, rolling until I was sitting on the side of the bed, feet touching the cold floor. I shivered slightly, then stood and stretched, enjoying the popping sensation. Pivoting on my heels, I smiled down at his prone figure.
"So, lead me to the kitchen? I really am hungry." I asked him. For more than just food, it seems... I thought bemusedly.
Setsuna
"They're... absolutely stunning." Forever breathed softly, sounding completely stunned. A smirk settled itself on my lips, male confidence sky-rocketing at the idea of Forever being impressed by my wings. He stepped forward, for whatever reason I wasn't sure, but I figured the reason didn't matter.
A rough draft nearly had me drifting off the balcony, so I shifted my dark wings to accommodate, stretching themselves so I could remain where I stood. The wounds long faded into scars burned under his innocent gaze, but I refused to hide from him anymore than I did.
"You can come and touch, if you'd like, my dear Forever," I said, the words drifting through the air and into his ears. Several feathers and muscles on my body twitched at the thought of his hands on them and I continued to smirk, halfway amused at how stunned he still looked. I draped the shirt and vest around my neck and leaned against the rail.
He was hesitant when approaching me, but he complied and lightly brushed his fingers over a few feathers. The muscles twitched under his touch, having been untouched for so long, and I was sure if I had been anyone but myself, I would have been purring at how nice it felt. I leaned pressed harder into both the railing behind me and his touch, encouraging without words.
