MrStitches

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

With a dark crystal blue hue of light dancing apon the edge of the cave Reaver felt compelled to rest. Although nocturnal nights had become clearly much to cold to endure and Delsa whom he currently held onto already strived to keep him warm. She simply let him hold onto her without question which he appreciated greatly despite only displaying so with his head resting snuggle apon her shoulder. At this point he could see her wings make continued attempts to heal which partially disheartened the male as he hoped she wouldn't simply leave him to freeze if they healed before managing to depart from the sky islands. On similar notes he also felt attached to the girl in some extent because of the recent companionship that Reaver honestly felt he'd miss the miniscule social interactions.

All that thinking mental wearing him down lead for him to slowly become limp as he slept still resting apon Delsa's warm skin bathing in the radiance of heat. His brilliant green eyes sealed away by black scaled eye lids followed his tail being left coiled behind her. If wasn't obvious he was sleeping the small whistle of his sharp teeth were sure to make it clear as he shifted moving his face to accommodate the crook of her neck. If he was still awake he would have lurked back in embarrassment but in the temporary bliss Delsa was able to witness how comfortable Reaver found her company with the unconscious affectionate nestle.

@Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Tightly clutching the girl Reaver found warmth. The brightness of the previously unrivalled by Delsa actually eating left him to suffer less from the cold agony. His claws currently resting against her skin just light enough to the point where her skin wasn't cut moved towards her upper back as his lungs sputtered causing rough loud coughs which he unintentionally spat about just over her shoulder. Wheezing some moments afterwards Reaver then realized how quickly he darted to the female feeling some pretty large amounts of embarrassment.

still holding her ever so closely he spoke quietly as if seeking warmth was a mistake."Sorry Delsa... The water didn't come out as expected." His body language on the other hand said he didn't want to leave the embrace. Of course no one really would either if they were also cold and someone else was so snuggly warm. As the moment passed and he heated up he let his hug slink down around her waist while his chin rested on her shoulder in an affectionate manner. Why was it so comfortable he was yet to know but in short unless she made it clear she didn't want him there he was going to stay until they slept or left the cave.

@Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Ah I don't one line. I do randomish paragraph role-plays or I did forever ago. @Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

A week or two is nothing in comparison. At least we're communicating in the mean time. Communication is almost everything.

@Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Long absences shouldn't ever be a problem as long as your heart remembers to thrive for an enjoyable story.
@Song Book
Soon enough the unhappiness of other role-plays dieing will fade. Whenever that does I'll be waiting to reply.

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Sad, well I'm still around even if there's quite the space between our replies. @Song Book a few of mine have died as my partners have abandoned them. It got to a stale point and poof.

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

Cutesy not so cutesy thing. The non cute object being Reaver became who wants a freezing cold reptile using someone else as a heater. @Song Book

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

@Song Book I replied, in doing so I created a scene which you were probably looking forward to.

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

When the bones of his meal laid bare as annihilated Reaver moved away. The trail of still draining falling just as the waterfall from the side of the island inspired his discomfort knowing well he was a mess. Of course he shared a glance at the still eating. Naturally he sought to bathe bringing an exceptional or so it seemed idea. The male individual looked partially upward before reconsidering his action. Several taps on the stone above tied to curious glances around he acted on his idea.

A second later as his claw pierced the cave ceiling near the cave opening water gushed through the claw holes make certain he knew it was a mistake. Instantly from his jaws sprouted a horrifying scream which one would imagine being in the nightmares of young. Against his skin the literally freeze cold liquid stole warmth absurdly quick causing him to flail backwards to block his face. It took abit of withering around and screeching but Reaver escaped the sprout which just about paralyzed him by lowering his blood temperature dramatically. The next thought was truly fixed on Delsa, she was warm.

Reaver found himself crawling towards the female subconsciously seeking to close distance. Soaked and in shock his breath poured out in large heaves with his claws very gently pulling on the female's side. It was a strange sort of hug in which he pressed himself with her incidentally stopping whatever she was doing. The warmth she produced more than welcoming as Reaver stated something obvious and kind of hard not to notice." I'm cold. The water is cold..." the small tone of his voice revealing his dependence on the heat the girl made.

First Fantasy:The Exhaling Land

@Song Book we'll have to make it swing towards some sort of volcanic island so the water doesn't harm Reaver. Of course assuming Delsa is producing a fluff load of heat I'll place that into my reply so he snuggles up for warmth.