*laughs softly at the licks, tickling you a little*
*headbutts*
*laughs softly at the licks, tickling you a little*
*headbutts*
*grins and picks you up gently, cradling you* A grey-face, I take it? They don’t seem to like to bother me often. Ever, really.
*licks Loki’s fingers, finds they taste interesting, and bathes him assiduously*
How adorable… *pets you gently between the ears*
*makes bunny-purrs*
“Wha—” Summer’s cry of surprise is choked off almost immediately by the satin gag that loops itself into her mouth. She reaches up to scrabble at the fabric and is stopped by the silk twining itself around her wrists, the sight of it blocked by the velvet blindfold wrapped over her eyes. Senses down to touch and sound and empathy, she freezes in place under Loki’s hand, the soft black velvet collar and lead latching into place about her throat. Only the fact that her mind recognises this Loki keeps her from lashing out with fire as she shudders under his mouth.
<.< I see what you did thar
*hugs!* Don’t you dare do it! I would care and miss you!
I just want to stop feeling so badly
Summer quite likes (this) Loki. He’s charming, amusing, flattering, and best of all, he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain. She very much wants to spend more time with him, cuddling and swapping kisses and confidences.