Thread: The Strange Antigen (Ryax & darkat25)

After laying on the roof for a while, calming himself down and just passing the time with the stars, the rush of Ryax's senses and instincts has finally mellowed down. He was again beginning to feel that slightly uncomfortable feeling that came with being too far away from the werewolf. He felt like he wanted to go back down to her, he could probably bare the positive emotions now as they wouldn't overwhelm him just as much. It's not that he didn't like the good feelings of being near the werewolf, it's just that he's not used to them after having parted with them so long ago... Ryax closed his eyes a faint smile unconsciously trickled across his lips as he felt her presence in the back of his mind stirring. The werewolf was slowly making her way to him. He quickly hid his smile, pretending as if nothing changed, effectively disguising his lavish joy over her approach. Eventually she got up to the roof, setting herself down next to him. His uncomfortable feelings were washed away, replaced by a positive, warm feeling spreading across his body. He chuckled lightly and failed to hide his faint smile as she talked so playfully with him. Despite them having just met half a day ago as enemies, the link allowed for them to transcend all inhibitions, easily making them comfortable in each others presence. I had to leave for a while, I couldn't stand your presence.., he responded with a slight playful tone to his voice, leaving a hint of that it might not have been such a bad thing after all.. So you say you like the night, more then I do?, he said a little sceptically, but steered his intention elsewhere with his continuation, tying in a friendly invite for her, Being who I am, I rarely rest at nights so... You're always welcome to join me.., he said, still looking up to the stars. As she poked him, his body experienced a slight jolt. It was like his body knew it was she that touched him. A gentle aching, craving if you will, surged through him, emanating from where she had poked him. The link made sure that his body would absolutely love her touch, it made sure to make him aware of that with the series of warm, throbbing aches pulsating through his body. He cringed gently without letting an expression form on his face. He stilled his mind, not exposing anything of what he felt in anything that she could pick up. He responded with a single, effective word, Pleasant... He let the silence overtake the air before he continued modestly, somewhat sentimental thoughts and feelings stirring inside of him, It's like I was back before The Great War.. It feels like I don't have to be on guard all the time, like I don't have to worry about if I'm going to cease existing the next moment to come or not.. I feel like I can finally let my guard down when you're around, it feels... good.. He obviously let the raging sensations he experienced from her touch, out of his response who was he to just blurt something like that out without even getting to know her first. He was a bit curious about how it felt for her. Did it feel the same or did it feel different? What about you.. How does it feel for you?, he asked her softly, turning his head and looking at her.