"Are you all right?"
The masked man's warm, attractive, virile voice is filled with a gruff… *something*, that Itvasme can barely bring herself to believe.
There is tenderness, yes, but beyond that. Care. Strength. Pure… belief and conviction.
I… see…
You.
You matter…
I'm here.
You're Important.
Darken is holding Itvasme close, gently, yet filling her with… surprising feelings, of safety and (in a teasing throwback to… earlier) rock-solid security 🫢✨. There is quiet. The fluorescent lights hum and occasionally flicker overhead, and there is the sound of what seems to be a power generator buzzing in the background, a strangely befitting backdrop that further evokes the surreal sense of what feels like a timeless moment of eternity, where it is as if the World itself has ceased to exist, save for Them, and Their place in it… Perhaps it is a Cold World, a broken world, shattered and bleak… but right now… at least for now, it beats with a pulse, a glow of Warmth, a precious comfort that at least They are not alone, and maybe, just maybe, the Impossible may just become… more Possible… against the odds.
The afterglow of their sensual, claiming Union is everything that Itvasme hoped for, she feels satisfied, soothed, and unbelievably wanted and validated.
Darken for his part also cannot ask for more, he knows this is a turning point, something that has irreversibly changed his life forever. Was this the power of Connection? Of… True Rizz…? Was this… Love?
Well, Bob, you have your data...! I don't know if this is Love. But I know enough to say that thank goodness… for Everything…! Thanks to the Divine Power ✨… Author, you are the best !!! 🤭✨🌻💖🔥
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Hmm… why… do I seem that Divine to You? 🫢✨🤭💖🔥🌻
Author as usual shamelessly picked up the conversation at the (worst) best possible moment.
"Haha, well I am just the vessel remember. All praise to the Divine Actualised Power✨ for all good things, thank you to the esteemed readers as well for their Thoughts and Wishes that changed the [Field] and made this Union and Everything happen too 🤭✨ and don't forget yourselves Darken you had to do your share of the uh… heavy lifting" (*🤭 dodges the object that Itvasme has chucked at his head*)
"And Itvasme, thank goodness you had enough [Sense], to avert any kind of silly 'b-but-what-if-we-were-dumb!?' tragedy…!!! 🤭✨💖"
[Itvasme huffs but noticeably softens and even hides a smile now since she is still currently quite happy with how the whole situation has turned out - being alive for example was - also - a great feeling ! ✨]
That said, now that we have given credit where it is due, back to the bunker ✨
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All good moments had to come to an end, at least in our current Reality, (or perhaps, we might hope that they could be transformed into a different kind of good).
After a while, Itvasme's mind finally kicks back in after the intense, crashing waves of dopamine and raw Energy have begun to wane…
That was… really nice. She thinks.
How… Weird. She honestly was expecting the comedown to be a lot worse. Like especially considering that she had just had insane, multiple-rounds-sex with a guy in a mask that she didn't even know the name of or what he looked like. Hm.
It wasn't like she had never done this kind of thing before. But unlike the previous times, where she had used pleasure for its psychological function, this time felt… different. Like… realer, somehow.
Itvasme shifts herself a little and begins to rearrange herself a bit after… everything.
The mysterious man's presence is unwavering, and strangely satisfying, but Itvasme doesn't… entirely know why.
That said. First thing was first.
Itvasme props herself up comfortably.
"So… masked guy. Are you gonna tell me your name now?"