[ It actually probably says something about her, that she already considered her appearance to largely be perfect long before she could change it at will. Even as a mortal, she rarely felt small or ugly or incomplete; she's picked up the little changes that seem to have simply cropped up on their own. The shimmer of her freckles, the fangs in her mouth. Practically all of them appear to have gained some additions or changes out of the blue. But the rest of her remains startlingly close to the way she appeared hundreds and hundreds of years ago.
One thing she has always loved about him is how rock-steady he is. He looks mostly like she always remembers him looking, he has not drastically changed in personality. There is something comfortable about that for her, something relaxing. She knows who he is and will be, and it makes her feel safe.
Tiny flowers bloom across the grass as she lies back into it. Her hands clutch at his hair, his shirt. Her dress is little more than a slip of sheer, silky fabric and flowers, slit higher than her hip with only skin underneath. Her thighs part to make room for him; the skin of her leg has a trail of goose bumps where his hand has run.
The cool ocean breeze keeps the beating sun's heat from rising above a pleasant temperature. The waves crash and ebb, the rushing sound filling her ears as much as her own quiet moans and sighs. ]
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One thing she has always loved about him is how rock-steady he is. He looks mostly like she always remembers him looking, he has not drastically changed in personality. There is something comfortable about that for her, something relaxing. She knows who he is and will be, and it makes her feel safe.
Tiny flowers bloom across the grass as she lies back into it. Her hands clutch at his hair, his shirt. Her dress is little more than a slip of sheer, silky fabric and flowers, slit higher than her hip with only skin underneath. Her thighs part to make room for him; the skin of her leg has a trail of goose bumps where his hand has run.
The cool ocean breeze keeps the beating sun's heat from rising above a pleasant temperature. The waves crash and ebb, the rushing sound filling her ears as much as her own quiet moans and sighs. ]