[ She steps forward to catch this winged thing as it descends, an arm loose and supportive at the small of Angel's back. The other hand touches her cheek, so porcelain pale. ]
(I've come for you.)
[ Not for the oracle, not for the many, but for this woman, this single body. The one she is ribboned to, the one she cares for, gifts of fresh food and pretty oils to run through hair, over skin. To keep the machine in order while the mind drifted, off to many things, many places. ]
(You are hungry.)
[ It's not a question, and Ilde fills her mind with visions of luscious fruits and chocolates, to begin the process of stimulating this body and its needs. A practiced choreography, so easy and familiar and filled with pleasure. Her thumb strokes Angel's cheek gently. ]
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( I've come for you. )
[ Not for the oracle, not for the many, but for this woman, this single body. The one she is ribboned to, the one she cares for, gifts of fresh food and pretty oils to run through hair, over skin. To keep the machine in order while the mind drifted, off to many things, many places. ]
( You are hungry. )
[ It's not a question, and Ilde fills her mind with visions of luscious fruits and chocolates, to begin the process of stimulating this body and its needs. A practiced choreography, so easy and familiar and filled with pleasure. Her thumb strokes Angel's cheek gently. ]