wip ???day

thamk u @chroniclesinlacuna for the tag

here is an… impulse project!! temporarily i am Back in TWC… with some Mason/Ada….

Stone-cool fingers feel like they ghost through his memory- the points of claws raking his skin. God, those could leave a mark. They have. His wrist had gotten pretty badly scored, when she’d grabbed him- the alleyway gaping below, enough floors down to pose an issue even for Mason. It’s all healed, now, but he can still remember how that felt- the somehow soft rasp of the pads of her fingers as she’d pulled away. She’d apologised, in that gasping, withdrawing way. He’d still been caught on seeing the other side of her. The one he’d found slipping into his mind more often than he’d like, in the days since the cathedral.

Her shoulders strain, wings growing even as they flare- she doesn’t fly, but they do the work to beat the air back, to undo the unbalancing that nearly sent him over the ledge, and she doesn’t break the gaze she’s locked on him. No hesitation. No insecurity. Sharp demand. She does not allow him to fall.

lets see if i can actually finish a sex pollen fic AND HOW MUCH PLOT FORCES ITS WAY IN

im.. 2tired to tag rn its been a Week haha..