[ eyes shut, he can feel her pull away, bangs likely brushing against his face as she rights herself.
whatever she does while his eyes are closed doesn't appear to take much on her part; he won't feel her shift beneath him, and she doesn't speak. the silence is broken only by the sound of the waves ebbing gentle against the lakeshore - louder, then, after the last, more intensely after that, strength greater and greater with precious little change in the breeze, as if worked into a frenzy by some immeasurable, unseen force -
before it just dies down, returning to normal in moments, but with some change in his surroundings - some appendage, warm to the touch as if alive but lacking any joints to be classified as a hand, immaculately smooth but without wetness - has begun to creep its way near his torso, attempting to snake beneath the fabric of his shirt. ]
If you want to open your eyes, then it's okay to do it now...
[ while there's just the one on him, eyes opened he can see, uh
a cluster of tentacles not unlike those of a squid's or octopus's ostensibly risen from the lake, now flanking Dia, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they all stop short of advancing - even the one at his shirt seems to pause, simply writhing against him idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
You can let me know if there are too many, or if you don't like it, okay...?
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[he huffs, a fond almost-laugh, and closes his eyes for her.]
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whatever she does while his eyes are closed doesn't appear to take much on her part; he won't feel her shift beneath him, and she doesn't speak. the silence is broken only by the sound of the waves ebbing gentle against the lakeshore - louder, then, after the last, more intensely after that, strength greater and greater with precious little change in the breeze, as if worked into a frenzy by some immeasurable, unseen force -
before it just dies down, returning to normal in moments, but with some change in his surroundings - some appendage, warm to the touch as if alive but lacking any joints to be classified as a hand, immaculately smooth but without wetness - has begun to creep its way near his torso, attempting to snake beneath the fabric of his shirt. ]
If you want to open your eyes, then it's okay to do it now...
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he braces himself for a moment, then opens his eyes.]
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a cluster of tentacles not unlike those of a squid's or octopus's ostensibly risen from the lake, now flanking Dia, emanating from seemingly nowhere in particular, simply fading into existence at her sides; while there's a variety of shapes and sizes on display, consistent among them appears to be their color - each dark in color, specks of iridescence dancing in the pitch with the light of the sun as if each limb were made of oil,
but they all stop short of advancing - even the one at his shirt seems to pause, simply writhing against him idly as she watches him, smile as content as ever, if with a thoughtfulness to to it befitting the situation, attempting to gauge his reaction ]
You can let me know if there are too many, or if you don't like it, okay...?