[Fear will transmute into something in the next few weeks. What it will become, none can say. Another demon car, perhaps, or some other thing born of magic because they have all gone stir crazy from home becoming a jail. It won't help anything, but it will distract.
His mind isn't on the train, of what can come next when they manage this month, or anything else but Sypha's weight and warmth against him. How she leans against him, lets him bear her weight even if neither of them should be doing it, how want isn't want at all but need so stupidly and desperately, just as much as before if not more.
He pulls away only when the need for air outweighs the comforts of having her lips and tongue against his own.]
Sypha.
[He breathes her name out softly, like it's a prayer unto itself. Then there is a noise that might be a laugh in happier times, equally muted.]
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His mind isn't on the train, of what can come next when they manage this month, or anything else but Sypha's weight and warmth against him. How she leans against him, lets him bear her weight even if neither of them should be doing it, how want isn't want at all but need so stupidly and desperately, just as much as before if not more.
He pulls away only when the need for air outweighs the comforts of having her lips and tongue against his own.]
Sypha.
[He breathes her name out softly, like it's a prayer unto itself. Then there is a noise that might be a laugh in happier times, equally muted.]
Just Adrian now. And all that really entails.