#( we're locked in mentally uvu bc that's how it's exactly with his scent !! its like this weird sweet scent like it just seems out of place

[raubtierc]

ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ ｆｒｏｍ ｈｅｒｅ ( @quietlyblooms ♥ )

"So . . . Sorry."

The voice of the man comes in a gravelly whisper, broken by unnatural pause as he instinctively backs away from the woman. He does not know why he acts in such manner; It is as if something else was in control at times, hindering from acting upon learned principle instead of instinct. Alas, not a movement was made as he listens to her voice; Hands held up almost defensively whilst pale, ghost-like gazes fixates upon chocolate brown.

At her query, his own hand comes to point at the center of his chest; Looming above her frame, he towers with imposing height whilst staring down at the blonde. "Here." His answer comes simply, head tilted in turn. "You're all open right here." Despite strange words, the baritone of his voice remains monotone in voice — As if he was unaffected by said statements, yet it deeply did. There was this pull. To consume. To touch. To experience. It was strange but unquestionable. "I can feel it . . . It's been long since I felt it so strongly with someone."

Swallowing at the next question, his adam's apple bobs with unspoken tension; Brows knitting as something short of a frown colors his scarred features. "I am . . . I think." Nothing had changed, has it? He tries to convince himself even if he knows it to be false. "I was a long time ago. Much has changed . . . " A pause. "But so are you, right? I can smell it on you. Taste it, almost."