... Then what's even the point of killin' anyone here? So what, I can't even blow someone's face off without 'em coming back? — What a HUGE rip-off!
(how frustrating. so it seems she will never reach her "climax" and "satisfaction" when it comes to putting an end to people or her enemies. although, there is still wrecking havoc towards buildings or any sort of structure she can stumble upon in the near future that would give her that "thrill".
but it's good to know. to lean more into structures to seek for that "rise" than with people. it's still such a disappointment, though. because having the combination of people and buildings are the perfect storm for her. the perfect chill down her spine and the bubble at the pit of her stomach.
the tingles and the sheer high of it of both colliding together -- such sweet seduction to have the fire entwine as it consumes. for her to stand there and watch it all burn; the ashes fall so so delicately along her face and on her pale skin. the heat radiating to match the heat within her and to have her blood racing as the bud blooms. jinx scoffs out a rough breath and turns her head away for sansa to walk on. already, she is hating this place -- for it to take one of her biggest pleasures away. but. she has the buildings, at least. but she will never taste or bathe in that perfect storm ever again.)
cw: nsfw......narrative. im so sorry. she is a sadist. face in hands
(how frustrating. so it seems she will never reach her "climax" and "satisfaction" when it comes to putting an end to people or her enemies. although, there is still wrecking havoc towards buildings or any sort of structure she can stumble upon in the near future that would give her that "thrill".
but it's good to know. to lean more into structures to seek for that "rise" than with people. it's still such a disappointment, though. because having the combination of people and buildings are the perfect storm for her. the perfect chill down her spine and the bubble at the pit of her stomach.
the tingles and the sheer high of it of both colliding together -- such sweet seduction to have the fire entwine as it consumes. for her to stand there and watch it all burn; the ashes fall so so delicately along her face and on her pale skin. the heat radiating to match the heat within her and to have her blood racing as the bud blooms. jinx scoffs out a rough breath and turns her head away for sansa to walk on. already, she is hating this place -- for it to take one of her biggest pleasures away. but. she has the buildings, at least. but she will never taste or bathe in that perfect storm ever again.)