Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170407034348

Deaphanie certainly seemed to enjoy Duncan's move, judging by the soft moan she let out underneath his kiss. She cradled his head in-between her hands as she tasted of his lips. Perhaps it was just a impulsive behavior of hers, acting out of character every once in a while, as she had for centuries. Or maybe she could actually start to get used to this thing mortals showed for one another. Affection... Love... Romance...

All those concepts seemed so foreign and alien to her. She only knew of them. She had witnessed them from afar and how they would affect the very people whose lives she had to shatter by separating two lovers or relatives. A husband grieving over his deceased wife... A mother mourning for her lost son...

Though she sympathised with mankind, she had never been able to put herself in their position. Having someone, someone she cared for, to lose. Perhaps this was a bit rushed on her behalf. Or perhaps her own loneliness had just reached a certain level in which she would go as to call herself... desperate. Desperate for someone or anyone that would be there for her. Whether they were eternal like her, or a mere mortal with a short lifespan and with an infinite amount of possibilities and circumstances to die, mattered little at this point.

She found herself truly enjoying Duncan's company... and she found herself wanting more.

She reluctantly broke away from the kiss slowly, looking at him with a slight hint of surprise in her gaze. Almost as she hadn't expected him to indulge her.

"You... you kissed me?" she said.