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[kisses her, soft and chaste, and nudges her forehead with his]

"Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?"

[ oh,,, ]

That's... that's lovely.

There's—not that many people that... understand, exactly.

... to be honest, I... resist it. That kind of soft... sentimentality. But I'll admit... it's because I'm afraid of being hurt. Giving someone else a piece of my heart is dangerous, even reckless... but I trust you with it.

I'll treasure it. With all I have.

...I think you don't have to be so afraid, but I'll protect you, too, if you need it.

... thank you.

Hey, that's my line.

[ and then just sort of

pulls herself over to straddle his lap with her legs. ]

[instinctively winds his arms around her waist]

Too bad. I've stolen it.

I'll have to demand some form of recompense, then—

[ her voice softens from teasing for a moment, though. ]

But really—honestly, and I mean it—I haven't lived a life terribly full of kindness... either giving or receiving. So I'm grateful for yours.

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... it's remarkable, then, how kind a person you've become. I don't think I know anyone kinder.

I've just always felt like... well, strongly affected by the world around me.

For better or for worse. A lot of worse, admittedly.

It's all for the better, from my perspective.

[places a soft kiss on the side of her neck]

[ wry: ] Don't speak too soon; I tried to destroy the world because it felt like everything was too sad around me.

[ but a good cry seems to have helped; she tilts her head to the side to expose more of her neck, eyes fluttering closed. ]

[--chuckles, caught off-guard by that]

We all make mistakes.

[nuzzle nuzzle]

I'm trying to be very reformed but there's a reason it surprises me whenever someone thinks I'm a lovely person...

[ smiling, though; resting her hands at his hips. ]

... I'll just have to keep telling you until you get used to it, then.

[kisses his way up to her ear, breathing warmly along the shell]

[ she makes a soft, content noise, thumbs brushing at the join of his hips. ]

You're really... a kind person, too.

[shivers, lips parting]

When you say it... it's almost enough to make me believe it.

You don't come from a place full of kindness, either, but... I have to think the struggling counts for something.

[ she brushes a hand lightly over the inside of his thigh. ]

If it led me to you... then...

[trails off, seeking out her lips for a kiss]

[ she dips her head to meet him, soft and slow... but trailing her fingers up between his legs. ]

[shivers, spreading his legs and dragging a hand down her chest to toy with one of her nipples]

Mnh—

[ she makes a little squeak in the back of her throat, and then presses back into the touch; her fingers tease at his entrance, then tracing up to and around his clit. ]

[his breath catches and his hips jerk instinctively]

Shrike--

[ circling with her fingers in a languid way, a little bit of a tease. ]

Tell me what you want, Raven.

[he can't help but squirm from that teasing touch, his hips trying to encourage her hand but finding no avail]

Shouldn't I be... asking you that?

[he says, but he sounds a little whiny, a little needy]

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