[ isaac's skin is softer, probably, than it ought to be: streaked with tiny white fissures that never seem to open fully; irritation that never rubs quite raw.
his grip is lighter than it stood on frogflesh. one hand cups below hers, the other turns her fingers with a certain delicacy. how is the motion? ]
It isn't random, [ possession. ] You don't have to fear that.
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his grip is lighter than it stood on frogflesh. one hand cups below hers, the other turns her fingers with a certain delicacy. how is the motion? ]
It isn't random, [ possession. ] You don't have to fear that.