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Octane x mirage6/21/2023 "Is this really how you feel?" I hold his hands tenderly and stare into where his eyes would be from the blanket of darkness surrounding us. The rumbling from his throat entranced me, eyes fluttering open for a moment as I break from the kiss. I felt his teeth lightly graze my bottom lip and responded by reaching up into his hair with my fingers, lightly tugging on his locks. They felt like heaven and hell mixed together in one sinful temptation. His lips were chapped in some places, dented in others where he'd subconsciously bite down on the skin before matches. The kiss felt real, as if it was always meant to happen. "Then don't be." I spoke finally, moving my hands to the sides of his face before kissing him. I'm tired of being silent." He gripped my hand gently and lifted it to his lips, planting soft kisses on my knuckles. I hate seeing you go after people who can't love you for you. His eyes pleaded for me to understand as he discarded it. "I need you," he squeezed my hands, "I could never say it, but I do." He shifted to be closer to me, his hands retreating to reach up and unhook his mask. "Wait, wait," I reach over towards his bedside lamp before he lightly touches my hand, soon reaching and holding the other. I move my arms to sit up, my brows furrowed as I pick up on the few words I knew in his language. Mi corazón arde al sentir tus manos en las mías." " Estoy cansado de fingir que no te amo ni te necesito. The dodging each other." He sounded reserved, as if he monitored every word he spoke before speaking them. "Be mine, _." He spoke softly, his words dripping with passion. "What?" My voice felt like a hushed whisper, as if I spoke in my own head. "Be mine?" His words echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls and I tilt my head. The shifting of his weight caught my attention, the silhouette of his slender body rising to his knees, his prosthetics still attached presumably because neither of us cared. Like he was telling the story of some star-crossed lovers, perhaps? He spoke in his tongue, the words foreign to me but I still felt endearment in every syllable. He hummed lightly, fingers tracing shapes into my hips as my vision was blocked by the darkness of the bedroom. It was then that I knew I couldn't help but let the heat rise to my cheeks. His hair was surprisingly soft against my cheek his light touches on my sides felt like feathers. His breath was warm against the crook of my neck, yet it didn't seem to bother me. The time flashed by, my throat burned and ached, my stomach light and airy. Careful?" He looks puzzled at what he just said then blinks and shakes his head, setting the bottle on the counter for me to refill the glass when need be. "Bottoms up, right girlie?" He smirks again and grimaced at the label of the bottle for a second before pouring it in the glass. I put my head into the palm of one of my hands, leaning on the countertop just as Elliot sets the glass in front of me. I feel two warm bodies sit next to me, no doubt being Che and Octavio. "That instead." I watch as his smirk falters a bit and he nods, turning to reach the bottle and lean under the counter for a glass to pour it into. "Gin and tonic or my special Mirage Voyage-tini?" Elliot smirks confidently at me, but I just shake my head and point at the whiskey bottle just merely behind him. Please install Node ( 10.x or higher recommended) and Ember CLI on your machine.Wink wink if you can't tell, he's my favorite of all the legends. If you run into problems with these steps, feel free to contact Isaac on Discord.
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