#[ answered: ic. ] long time no see; astral express crew. i'd like you to make a... destination alteration.

[araneitela]

Words however didn't need to be driven in any capacity to mark this point. Caelus is someone who lives within choice, where indecision stays one of his great foes. In this case however, there was never any question to be gleaned. For once golden currents fell into her violet depths, he found himself immersed as one of those broad hands reached forth in order to cup her cheek. ..Well, one word found itself fitting. "Kafka." His decision, his resolve, it's exactly what led to his thumb drawing a careful curve along the apple of her cheek, savoring this softness as he'd close the distance between them entirely. Once rendered to a moot point, he'd mesh the warmth of his lips directly against her's. Softness was forsaken for firmness, letting the raw vigor of his emotions both answer and embrace the boundless delight of kissing her. Another arm always remained attentive, carefully wrapping itself around the small of her back in order to keep her pressed flush against him.

Prompt: Unprompted. // @astrxlfinale

This one had never needed to be coaxed. No, he had drawn and wrapped himself within this web that encircled her wholly of an own accord and behest, time, and time again. And an indulgence, would prove that she would never much mind. Not in their past, present, nor their future. "Mm?" It tickled, this human oddity felt under the caress of skin to skin, and were she any other woman, perhaps her lips would tug into a smile before he'd manage to claim, she knew, what he had craved and sought. It was funny, how one's memory worked, how even separation in more than merely space, but time, too; would prove that her skin had always remembered every trace of his fingers from too long a time ago. Perhaps, there were moments such as now, where the question arose for the briefest sliver in time, as to how, but such curiosities could not survive where there was no space for them to claim as much of a whisper of existence.

Fingers of her own rested to his chin when all distance perished between them, all of it lost to the warmth of his lips, and foregone entirely to a silent symphony of shared breaths. There would be no hitch to ever trouble the sigh that came from her then, for that was simply it, she felt only relief. Their meetings had been no more than woefully inconsistent of late, and far too few, but perhaps, that was exactly what made them what they were: beautiful, as all rare things were. Destined, some might claim them to be, they were as fleeting as the stars in a galaxy that held their paths tightly lodged within its grasp, shimmering in an intensity borne of anticipation. Perhaps there, at that, he would feel the tug to her lips beneath his own— anticipation had always run so very deeply within his veins in ways so unparalleled, a reality in which she found certain delight. And so for some time, here, she'd exist within the embrace into which he'd tugged her and she knew he would again, fingers descending to the top hem of his shirt for no other purpose than that of their repose, further made evident from the subtle hook of two fingers to it. And though as she had surrendered, fervently and effortlessly, to his draw of her into him, yielding to a kiss that she, too, had craved in his absence; he would soon find himself caught in the inevitable, that which always hovered much too near, web of those games and teases of hers. Her chin would dip to sever her from him, and his lips would find the replacement of her own soon thereafter: two fingers of her other hand held ever so lightly against him. "You are greedy."

[araneitela]

I'm still working on some graphics this evening (banners, divider, insanity, Photoshop kill me but not literally, please)— but I finished her tags for now; I'll work on additional verse and sorts later as they're needed! So here we go: (1/2)