[ Because he can never truly frame something as being for himself. It's a step beyond where he's progressed -- at least he can admit he wants something at all now. Mostly what he wants right now to to be closer to his Bonded and reward his boldness. It's unusual for Diarmuid to be so forward and he can't mind it one bit.
He starts to open up the witch's shirt and pushes it aside, claws dragging down his skin. It's a little bit harder than he meant it to be, but not enough to draw blood. Red lines get left on his pale skin as he struggles to control himself. ]
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[ Because he can never truly frame something as being for himself. It's a step beyond where he's progressed -- at least he can admit he wants something at all now. Mostly what he wants right now to to be closer to his Bonded and reward his boldness. It's unusual for Diarmuid to be so forward and he can't mind it one bit.
He starts to open up the witch's shirt and pushes it aside, claws dragging down his skin. It's a little bit harder than he meant it to be, but not enough to draw blood. Red lines get left on his pale skin as he struggles to control himself. ]
Maybe I don't know...Maybe you should show me.