but there is something of sungki that is protecting him at all times. it wasn't much of a risk.
probably.
the fae looks at him upside down, taking the wedge between his lips and probably darting his tongue against the other's fingertips more than was actually necessary.]
Mean? [sungki arches his brow at the accusation, but his tone remains level.] I'm cold all the time, my shoes are already uncomfortable. I have strange cravings - for fruit. I feel ill in the morning, and it's all so frustrating that sometimes I want to cry about it.
[him. cry.]
All because you wanted to put "just the tip" in me.
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but there is something of sungki that is protecting him at all times. it wasn't much of a risk.
probably.
the fae looks at him upside down, taking the wedge between his lips and probably darting his tongue against the other's fingertips more than was actually necessary.]
Mean? [sungki arches his brow at the accusation, but his tone remains level.] I'm cold all the time, my shoes are already uncomfortable. I have strange cravings - for fruit. I feel ill in the morning, and it's all so frustrating that sometimes I want to cry about it.
[him. cry.]
All because you wanted to put "just the tip" in me.
[YES, HE'S FOR REAL.]