yeah ok

i dunno if i have ever written the reverse. it's not something i will write often probably, but this was pretty fun to write.

lohen is entirely aware of just how badly he wants you, but now he wants you even more. you were supposed to be the one on your knees for him. a drooling, needy mess for him thanks to the aphrodisiac he was going to slip in your drink during ranged target practice.

instead, it's him on his knees for you. his cock straining in his pants, and his mouth plastered to your pussy. "i gotta say," he swallows a groan into your cunt, smirking hazily up at you as he laps his tongue against your hole, "i thought you were too shy to try a stunt like that."

you outsmarted him. he didn't know how you did it. the aphrodisiac was already in your glass. you were tipping it to your lips to drink, your fate was all but sealed. but..a new recruit just had to ask a question that needed his attention right at that moment.

you switched the cups, not ingesting a single drop of the aphrodisiac.

your shy smile down at him makes lohen's throb almost unbearably. his prey is right above him, but instead of devouring you, you are devouring him. this game is just so fun to him. exhilaratingly fun.

"oh, lohen," he groans as you tighten your fingers in his hair, "don't you know it's the shy ones you have to watch out for. being shy also comes with a certain level of," you continue, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt, "quiet observance that most people don't notice."

"i'll devour you next time, i swear," lohen moans into your pussy, slurping almost obnoxiously as he scoops your clit into his mouth to suck on.

your back arches as a string of moans tear from your throat. your clit throbs as he prods his tongue against it. he watches you with smug satisfaction while you try compose yourself. "yeah, you probably will. but not now, vice captain," you coo his title as you comb your fingers through his hair, grinding your cunt on his mouth.

lohen's fingers tighten on your hips, his head spinning as his drool pools onto your pussy. "you think you are so smart," a somewhat drunk looking smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he flattens his tongue on your clit, "i'm going to shatter you into tiny little pieces when i get my hands on you."

pleasure snaps tight in your core, and your thighs shake as his tongue flicks teasingly around your clit. your mouth falls open, and you fail to swallow a moan.

as good as his tongue felt working over your pussy felt, you know you can't let yourself fall apart. to distract yourself, you pull his hair, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt again. "i don't know how seriously i can take that coming from you. i mean," you have to fight not to look shyly away from him, "just look at the position you are in."

lohen vibrates a loud moan into your pussy, the jolt of pain from having his hair pulled goes straight to his aching cock. "do that again.." he laughs shakily, swirling his tongue around your clit, "do that again, and i am going to fucking cum."

you smile somewhat down at him, swallowing back another moan as his tongue glides agonizing over your cunt. "oh? wouldn't it be better if you had a mess to clean up to?" you muse, tugging on his hair again as you grind your cunt on his mouth.

lohen's eyes roll into the back into the back of his head. his cock throbs so unbearably hard in his pants as delicious stings through his scalp. "oh fuck, i think I am gonna cum," he whines, plunging his tongue into your hole.

your walls spasm, and clench around his tongue. a shock of pleasure jolts through as you tremble a little. your fingers scramble to pull his hair again, your fingernails scratching at his scalp.

lohen sweeps his tongue back up your clit, not giving you any time to breath as he pulls it into his mouth, and sucks. the extra sting in his scalp is too much for him. cum spurts wet into his pants as he vibrates a whine on your clit.

"you better be careful, bunny," lohen trembles as he smirks up at you, "you never know when i will sneak up on you," he ruts against nothing, more than feeling the sticky mess in his pants.

your eyes widen for a moment, in his opinion your first mistake. you know he means it. however, you don't really think about that too much. you press his mouth down onto your cunt again, lying back as you grind on his mouth.

lohen is so content to lick, and suck your clit until you cum. you really are something else. you taste so fucking wet, and he hates that can't bury his cock in the tight warmth soaking his mouth.

you tremble so cutely into his hands as your orgasm washes over you. he is willing to bet that this is the boldest thing you have ever done.

lohen laps at the mess your pussy makes on his face, hazily watching your face while you cum. it's so cute to him that you don't know how in over your head you really are.

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i dunno if i have ever written the reverse. it's not something i will write often probably, but this was pretty fun to write.

lohen is entirely aware of just how badly he wants you, but now he wants you even more. you were supposed to be the one on your knees for him. a drooling, needy mess for him thanks to the aphrodisiac he was going to slip in your drink during ranged target practice.

instead, it's him on his knees for you. his cock straining in his pants, and his mouth plastered to your pussy. "i gotta say," he swallows a groan into your cunt, smirking hazily up at you as he laps his tongue against your hole, "i thought you were too shy to try a stunt like that."

you outsmarted him. he didn't know how you did it. the aphrodisiac was already in your glass. you were tipping it to your lips to drink, your fate was all but sealed. but..a new recruit just had to ask a question that needed his attention right at that moment.

you switched the cups, not ingesting a single drop of the aphrodisiac.

your shy smile down at him makes lohen's throb almost unbearably. his prey is right above him, but instead of devouring you, you are devouring him. this game is just so fun to him. exhilaratingly fun.

"oh, lohen," he groans as you tighten your fingers in his hair, "don't you know it's the shy ones you have to watch out for. being shy also comes with a certain level of," you continue, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt, "quiet observance that most people don't notice."

"i'll devour you next time, i swear," lohen moans into your pussy, slurping almost obnoxiously as he scoops your clit into his mouth to suck on.

your back arches as a string of moans tear from your throat. your clit throbs as he prods his tongue against it. he watches you with smug satisfaction while you try compose yourself. "yeah, you probably will. but not now, vice captain," you coo his title as you comb your fingers through his hair, grinding your cunt on his mouth.

lohen's fingers tighten on your hips, his head spinning as his drool pools onto your pussy. "you think you are so smart," a somewhat drunk looking smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he flattens his tongue on your clit, "i'm going to shatter you into tiny little pieces when i get my hands on you."

pleasure snaps tight in your core, and your thighs shake as his tongue flicks teasingly around your clit. your mouth falls open, and you fail to swallow a moan.

as good as his tongue felt working over your pussy felt, you know you can't let yourself fall apart. to distract yourself, you pull his hair, pushing his mouth down onto your cunt again. "i don't know how seriously i can take that coming from you. i mean," you have to fight not to look shyly away from him, "just look at the position you are in."

lohen vibrates a loud moan into your pussy, the jolt of pain from having his hair pulled goes straight to his aching cock. "do that again.." he laughs shakily, swirling his tongue around your clit, "do that again, and i am going to fucking cum."

you smile somewhat down at him, swallowing back another moan as his tongue glides agonizing over your cunt. "oh? wouldn't it be better if you had a mess to clean up to?" you muse, tugging on his hair again as you grind your cunt on his mouth.

lohen's eyes roll into the back into the back of his head. his cock throbs so unbearably hard in his pants as delicious stings through his scalp. "oh fuck, i think I am gonna cum," he whines, plunging his tongue into your hole.

your walls spasm, and clench around his tongue. a shock of pleasure jolts through as you tremble a little. your fingers scramble to pull his hair again, your fingernails scratching at his scalp.

lohen sweeps his tongue back up your clit, not giving you any time to breath as he pulls it into his mouth, and sucks. the extra sting in his scalp is too much for him. cum spurts wet into his pants as he vibrates a whine on your clit.

"you better be careful, bunny," lohen trembles as he smirks up at you, "you never know when i will sneak up on you," he ruts against nothing, more than feeling the sticky mess in his pants.

your eyes widen for a moment, in his opinion your first mistake. you know he means it. however, you don't really think about that too much. you press his mouth down onto your cunt again, lying back as you grind on his mouth.

lohen is so content to lick, and suck your clit until you cum. you really are something else. you taste so fucking wet, and he hates that can't bury his cock in the tight warmth soaking his mouth.

you tremble so cutely into his hands as your orgasm washes over you. he is willing to bet that this is the boldest thing you have ever done.

lohen laps at the mess your pussy makes on his face, hazily watching your face while you cum. it's so cute to him that you don't know how in over your head you really are.

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ˢᴱᴿⱽᴵᶜᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴼᵁᴳᴴᵀs

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ; ᵖᵘʳᵉ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ.. ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢᵗⁱᵛᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵍˢ.

𝖴𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗁𝗁.. 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗏𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁.

𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝗌, 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗌. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂’𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖯𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒’𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖧𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾’𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌— 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒.

𝖮𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖸𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗑𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒? 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒.

𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 “𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗒” 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 you’d 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 you 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗉𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 your 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 your 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄, 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗃𝗎𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁. Your 𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖾s 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝖽𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍ing yourself 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗉. 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 you 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖬𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽. You 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌.. 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾. 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍, 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂’𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾.

Things in Planarcadia have calmed down. Astral Express throws a party or something in the Party Car. All the allies are invited. Blade and Silverwolf show up. It's night and there's a karaoke session going on. Some of your allies and companions have had a few drinks. You may had a glass or two as well. Or maybe not. It's your turn to sing. Doesn't matter if you see yourself as Trailblazer or your persona or whatever.

You go up on stage. You start singing. You sing a song of your choice. It's filled with joy, longing and yearning. Maybe a romantic song, maybe not. You're singing with lungs out. You have a decent voice. It's pleasant to listen too. Some of your companions are cheering you on as you sing.

Admist your momentary superstardom, you glance at your fans, I mean your audience. You see Himeko smiling. March is snapping pictures. Dan Heng is on guard for whatever reason. Silverwolf is half focused while half hacking. Ashveil is being a grandpa somewhere in one of the lounge chairs in the far distance.

Then there's Blade. Under the dim lights of the mini bar where Shush has been silenced, god knows how, probably Silverwolf, Blade's sitting on the stool quietly as he swirls the glass of whiskey. He's watching you quietly, very intently, as he takes slow sips of his drink while you belt your lungs out.

At a specific part of the song, your eyes connect. Maybe it's a lyric about not being able to have someone you want. Maybe it'd about desiring someone from the distance. Maybe it's a silent love declaration. Whatever it is, your eyes connect.

Your heart beats faster. You flush a little. The dim lights make it hard to see but a tiny smirk is reflected on the glass he's holding. He's been watching you pretty much all night long. Yet you just noticed.

Suddenly the song feels a little to personal. The lyrics feel a little too real. You break eye contact and smile at the others. But your eyes find its way back to Blade. He's leaning against the countertop, now fully focused on you. His fingers drum against the surface and he tilts his head while he smiles at you.

Its the soft gentle smile of his.

You grip the microphone tighter. Run your fingers through your hair. Strut a little. Somehow you manage to sing the rest of the song without making your mutual flirting obvious to anyone else.

The song ends. Your companions and allies cheer. You smile at them all but you're too focused on the man. Blade takes one last shot of his glass and sets it down with a thud. He stares at you again.

You give him a shy smile. He reciprocates. Then he gets up and moves away from the partying into a quieter corner of the car, his back facing you throughout.

Your heart thumps inside your rib cage. You glance at everyone else whose occupied with the next singer. You quietly slip away to follow him.

Aeons above. What did you do?

Did you both just silently confess your feelings to each other? Through a song?

Yeah. Oh you crazy girl. Well since you already subtly confessed your feelings for the man, you might as well say it to him wholeheartedly, hm?

It's not like anyone will notice you two missing :)

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