[By now, from within the context of the illusion, he feels — messy everywhere. A wreck from head to toe: face blotchy and tear-stained, eyes glassy and bloodshot, hair a damp tangle, bruises covering his skin in an array of every place Cy's dominance has visited. It's certainly not the most presentable he has ever looked, and although the answer should be clear, it doesn't matter. He's hearing something important without being on a battlefield, exhausted and battered for a reason different than defeat or victory against an opponent.
As soon as Cy has settled down between his legs, he surges to sit up, though the change requires his hand on the bed for support. He wants to be as close as possible in that embrace — he wants to kiss Cy so desperately it hurts. He's still panting from the denial of air, and his stomach aches from fullness, but right now all he can think, see, hear is in front of him.]
Yes. Of course. I believe you. [No, he won't stop crying in this genjutsu.] I'll marry you. You're everything to me — my home, my entire world.
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Date: 2024-09-15 09:11 pm (UTC)As soon as Cy has settled down between his legs, he surges to sit up, though the change requires his hand on the bed for support. He wants to be as close as possible in that embrace — he wants to kiss Cy so desperately it hurts. He's still panting from the denial of air, and his stomach aches from fullness, but right now all he can think, see, hear is in front of him.]
Yes. Of course. I believe you. [No, he won't stop crying in this genjutsu.] I'll marry you. You're everything to me — my home, my entire world.
[kiss him right now or he might actually die???]