I'm not here to fall in love, or to devote myself to any one person. Your heart belongs to someone else; so does mine. That's okay. I think... with the right people, with good communication, it's possible to share yourself with others. Sometimes more than one. Sometimes at the same time. It's not as uncommon as you might think.
[Difficult. Incredibly so. Complicated sometimes. Messy. But possible.]
The one I love isn't here. That hurts. [It's lonely. There's a hole in her chest, she misses what she had before. But she won't guilt him with her grief, not when she wants him to decide on his own.] When I'm with you, though, it feels good. I want that- to touch someone, to enjoy myself again. To have fun, and maybe forget for a while.
[She closes her eyes briefly, giving herself a moment to reapply that very careful mask of calm that had begun to falter when she thought of her lost love, of the lonely, empty existence she's endured for the last decade after the century of struggle that came before. Her family would understand. He would understand. She's been alone for so long, and she can feel her soul decaying, yearning for those bonds to be rebuilt again. She can't exist untethered for much longer. Maybe if she were still just an elf, she'd be okay, but there's no going back to that now.]
What I'm offering is this: my body, my company, my listening ear when you need it. A shared experience, only as close as you're comfortable with. No expectations and no obligations. Just... two adults, free to enjoy themselves as much and as long as they want.
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I'm not here to fall in love, or to devote myself to any one person. Your heart belongs to someone else; so does mine. That's okay. I think... with the right people, with good communication, it's possible to share yourself with others. Sometimes more than one. Sometimes at the same time. It's not as uncommon as you might think.
[Difficult. Incredibly so. Complicated sometimes. Messy. But possible.]
The one I love isn't here. That hurts. [It's lonely. There's a hole in her chest, she misses what she had before. But she won't guilt him with her grief, not when she wants him to decide on his own.] When I'm with you, though, it feels good. I want that- to touch someone, to enjoy myself again. To have fun, and maybe forget for a while.
[She closes her eyes briefly, giving herself a moment to reapply that very careful mask of calm that had begun to falter when she thought of her lost love, of the lonely, empty existence she's endured for the last decade after the century of struggle that came before. Her family would understand. He would understand. She's been alone for so long, and she can feel her soul decaying, yearning for those bonds to be rebuilt again. She can't exist untethered for much longer. Maybe if she were still just an elf, she'd be okay, but there's no going back to that now.]
What I'm offering is this: my body, my company, my listening ear when you need it. A shared experience, only as close as you're comfortable with. No expectations and no obligations. Just... two adults, free to enjoy themselves as much and as long as they want.