[There is no warning, nor request for permission before a mental presence seeks to creep into Dimitri’s communion. There is nothing threatening about it, per se… but it is sudden and presumptuous, accompanied by the too-familiar sensation of a soft body pressing against broad back, slim arms draping over shoulders, and the fragrant scent of aromatic tobacco.
That, and the sound of a sultry, husky voice saying,]
post-Harbinger Oracle
That, and the sound of a sultry, husky voice saying,]
Congratulations on your victories, boy~