[ Nervous. Perhaps that's a good way to put it, as loath as Dan Heng is to admit it. People tend to make her nervous in general sometimes, not to mention people like Ren who are so calm and confident and effortlessly beautiful in everyhing she does... Ren, whose fingers are in her hair, circling the base of her horns in a way that makes Dan Heng's head tilt back, visceral shivers coursing down her spine.
How would those fingers feel on her body? Brushing over her skin, tantalizing each nerve? ]
Yeah—
[ she starts, a quiet admission—though she cuts herself off abruptly when Ren continues, asks if she's nervous around her, and...
Aeons help her, that's even more truthful, but... ]
You're being mean, [ she complains after a moment. ] Talking like that. I'm sure there aren't many people you don't make nervous.
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How would those fingers feel on her body? Brushing over her skin, tantalizing each nerve? ]
Yeah—
[ she starts, a quiet admission—though she cuts herself off abruptly when Ren continues, asks if she's nervous around her, and...
Aeons help her, that's even more truthful, but... ]
You're being mean, [ she complains after a moment. ] Talking like that. I'm sure there aren't many people you don't make nervous.