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Idly, Avalon wonders what they will do if he cries. They were never in the same physical space as crying victims. He did not cry while they were in his body. Despair and sadness had given way to an empty hopelessness by the time they had moved in to end it. They find the door with their toe and push it closed.
They do a kind of half-shrug. “I can be companionship for as long as you need.”
Rawne cannot be their first kill without their powers. Like they did with the girl, they will need to start with people who will not take much pushing to kill. They cannot move too quickly. They need to find something that works.
“Yes.” And they want it, too. Their reason for wanting it does not match his, but they want it. They want knowledge and experience and information. They want to know why, in any way they can.
Avalon walks over and sits down next to Rawne. They pull their shirt over their head, revealing a thin torso and flat chest. They toss the shirt across the room. Their body is pale and thin, almost skeletal. They look more inhuman than they have felt since their powers were blocked off. It seems right.
((OOC: They are biologically female, but don’t have a working reproductive system because magical, void-dwelling shadow creature. Basically, they can’t get pregnant.))
Rawne pulls his shirt off, as well, before reaching out and pulling Avalon into his lap and kissing them. His skin is pale, as well, but he's far more muscular. He feels like he should be careful, or else he'll break them. And he doesn't want to.
Avalon knows that most women and some men like muscles, but they fail to see the appeal. Muscles have never been particularly beautiful to them. Rawne is not particularly beautiful to them. But this is intriguing. Avalon feels his hands on their body, his touch gentle and soft. They twist, pressing themself against him to lean further into the kiss. It does feel good, physically. Rawne’s skin is warm on their own.
They curl slender fingers around his wrist and move his hand away from their butt. When they speak, they feel their lips move against his. “Do?”
He's still drunk, yes, but sober enough to know he doesn't want to do anything Avalon doesn't want, either.
“Touching feels good,” Avalon says quietly. From what they have seen of humanity, they can infer what “full penetration” means, and it does not sound appealing to them. “What is ‘oral’?”
“That seems like it would make you sick.” They pause. “I have a vagina, but not a womb. I am unable to get pregnant.”
Avalon makes a “Hmm” sound, leaning into Rawne’s chest. “You can do that to me if you would like, but I do not want to do it to you.”
Avalon slides their pants and their underwear down over their skinny hips. They sit on Rawne’s bed wearing nothing but their bracelet.
Avalon spreads their legs to allow him access. “Thank you.” They are unsure of what they should be doing, so they run their fingers through his hair.
He scoots closer, pressing another kiss to their thigh, then leaning in and licking their vagina. Then he glances up at Avalon. Did they like that?
When Rawne licks them, Avalon realizes that they can feel their heartbeat in their vagina. Strange. Though they have gotten used to having a heartbeat for longer than a week, they have only ever felt it in their neck and wrists. They push their hips forward, curious.
Avalon cannot tell if that hurts or not. They shift so that Rawne’s tongue lands on their inner thigh.
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