[ He did not, at least, build Kaer Morhen partially by hand as he did his cabin, though that remains his first instinct. Doing by hand what he could use the Horizon's powers to accomplish instead. He's never given it too much thought as to why. Just feels right. But recently, he's begun to create small items out of thin air for the hell of it, like her miniature dragon, so perhaps he's expanding his. Horizons. So to speak.
He's certainly more comfortable entering than he was a few months ago. One can get used to anything. Like fucking inside this space that doesn't physically exist, which is another instinct he doesn't think twice about. It's natural, how her legs hitch around him, and their lips meet.
He can smell her sugar-sweetness, what reminds him a little of Nadine's shop full of candy now that he's been there. There is, as is often the case, not much by way of clothing to manage. He slips a hand under the light silk she wears, palm against her stomach, pushing her shift up. ]
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He's certainly more comfortable entering than he was a few months ago. One can get used to anything. Like fucking inside this space that doesn't physically exist, which is another instinct he doesn't think twice about. It's natural, how her legs hitch around him, and their lips meet.
He can smell her sugar-sweetness, what reminds him a little of Nadine's shop full of candy now that he's been there. There is, as is often the case, not much by way of clothing to manage. He slips a hand under the light silk she wears, palm against her stomach, pushing her shift up. ]