[Oh...? Perhaps such voyeuristic displays no longer bother Vergilius. Lobelia hums, hands settling loosely on Vergilius' lips, curiosity darting his brows.]
And you intend to take me with you, oui?
[His nails seize into Vergilius' hips. It's so nice to feel him again, hurt him again... but he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he? Lobelia draws in a deep breathβ patience.]
Through heaven and hell, through this life and the next. Une promesse est une promesse.
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And you intend to take me with you, oui?
[His nails seize into Vergilius' hips. It's so nice to feel him again, hurt him again... but he's getting ahead of himself, isn't he? Lobelia draws in a deep breathβ patience.]
Through heaven and hell, through this life and the next. Une promesse est une promesse.