Now you're getting ahead of yourself. I'm not one to take taunts lightly.
[ Even as Tartaglia fields the question, he lets it slide. Part of him should rile at the prospect of a loss; he's balancing his mortality and his will to live with absolute seriousness. But that's where the madness comes in, mixing business with pleasure, spoiling common sense with the prospect of eluding death at every turn. How depraved.
In the deadlock of an embrace, Tartaglia turns his hand on the forearm looped over his shoulder, jostling it as he's kissed so chastely. If he only drags his fingers under Mira's jaw and tugs them into closeness, he could deepen the moment into something unforgivably sweet. Miraculously, he abstains. ]
Make me yield and you'll know.
[ He disentangles. Playing keep-away with his own mouth, Tartaglia steps off from the scrutiny of those prying eyes and towards the main street, unfaltering when he offers up his free hand. Handhold time? ]
no subject
[ Even as Tartaglia fields the question, he lets it slide. Part of him should rile at the prospect of a loss; he's balancing his mortality and his will to live with absolute seriousness. But that's where the madness comes in, mixing business with pleasure, spoiling common sense with the prospect of eluding death at every turn. How depraved.
In the deadlock of an embrace, Tartaglia turns his hand on the forearm looped over his shoulder, jostling it as he's kissed so chastely. If he only drags his fingers under Mira's jaw and tugs them into closeness, he could deepen the moment into something unforgivably sweet. Miraculously, he abstains. ]
Make me yield and you'll know.
[ He disentangles. Playing keep-away with his own mouth, Tartaglia steps off from the scrutiny of those prying eyes and towards the main street, unfaltering when he offers up his free hand. Handhold time? ]
Remind me where we're headed next!