Oh, all right. You insist on having something... So I'll give it to you. [That "something" being Shalem's body, of course.
He tugs his shirt up and over his head, briefly pausing to use the cloth to wring out some excess water from his hair before rolling it up and setting it aside. Then he beckons with both hands for Leona to come to him--
Or perhaps he's showing exactly what Leona's been wanting, which is to say, his body. Pale skin stretched over defined muscles, but not at all pristine. Shalem bears scars from various injuries, such as cuts, burns, bites, and his musculature is more for strength in combat rather than vanity.]
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Date: 2024-03-15 08:02 am (UTC)He tugs his shirt up and over his head, briefly pausing to use the cloth to wring out some excess water from his hair before rolling it up and setting it aside. Then he beckons with both hands for Leona to come to him--
Or perhaps he's showing exactly what Leona's been wanting, which is to say, his body. Pale skin stretched over defined muscles, but not at all pristine. Shalem bears scars from various injuries, such as cuts, burns, bites, and his musculature is more for strength in combat rather than vanity.]