The hand that did not hold her close went up to cup her cheek. She was soft, though he always knew she was, despite the coldness of her goddess-self. She was very like him.
As he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss---falling ever further into that abyss which he might not be able to claw himself out---he could believe that Illyria as she was was kissing him. Though the human her was...it was still her.
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Date: 2007-08-28 03:08 am (UTC)As he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss---falling ever further into that abyss which he might not be able to claw himself out---he could believe that Illyria as she was was kissing him. Though the human her was...it was still her.