Inbox -- Genessia

[fondofapples]

Regina Mills
Queen Mayor Mother
Sorceress
Fond of Plants

"You've reached the inbox of Regina Mills. Leave a message. If it's urgent, it's probably too late."

(text, voice, video, action, ooc planning if necessary for Genessia only)

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Re: 9/20 - ;video --> Action

[hellorhighwater]

Neil felt the words catch in his throat, as big an admission of weakness as he'd ever been forced to confront--and despite everything he'd been raised to believe, all of the lessons and lectures of the Night Dragon, he couldn't make himself push aside the fact that this supposed weakness made him feel...immeasurably powerful.

"I feel safe here." he finally got out through the tightness in his throat as he squeezed some of her shampoo into his hand, rubbing both hands together before he started gently working it into her hair. The admission hung for a moment...

"...I don't feel safe anywhere. Didn't, I mean."

Re: 9/20 - ;video --> Action

[fondofapples]

Although she wanted to press him on why he felt safe with her, in her space, she knew that at some level the answer was the same as why she felt safe with him.

The warmth of it swelled in her chest until the words she'd been fighting rose up, sweet and syrupy on her tongue, and she wanted to say them. She almost said them, but if she said them now, today, he wouldn't be sure it wasn't because of the sex, even if she already knew she loved him and so did he.

Instead, she lowered her head for him and ran a hand over his thigh, not kneading, not probing just caressing. She understood how he felt, how hard it was to never be able to let down your guard, and she knew how exhausting that was. "I'm glad there's somewhere now. I'm glad it's with me."

Re: 9/20 - ;video --> Action

[hellorhighwater]

The reply she gave made his throat close up--not with fear or any sort of apprehension, but with emotion and a thousand times a thousand questions that came along with what he felt.

Why are you glad? Why do you trust me? Is this what a home feels like? Can a person even be a home?

The answers were close--as close as her fingers trailing over his thigh, as close as the scent of her shampoo in his lungs...as close as the nape of her neck that was bare to him as she bent her head forward. To have them so close, but so far away was infuriating.

Dahgo. The answers would come, if he stopped asking the questions. He had to trust the path.

Letting out a breath, he let the questions go, felt his throat loosen and something in the back of his chest settle.

"Yeah. Me, too."