[ Too many impulses flit through her mind to properly follow, many of them distasteful -- ways she could hurt and kill him from this posture among the dissonant chorus, a consequence of her domineering nature unfortunately -- but some are pleasing enough. One of them she embraces, pounces on, wrapping him in her arms so she's gripping his shoulders underhand, her breaths short and humid between his shoulder blades. Leverage that, combined with her strength, should be effective indeed. ]
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]
Re: Day 513, late evening
[ Outshining the dizzying whirl caused by her instinct is her love for him, clear and resonant, a single silver note among the clutter. Knowing he's enjoying himself delights her, all she wants is to make him happy, and her one regret is that she can't kiss him from this position. ]