Vanilla LaceHe closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and returned to watching her from afar. Sure he was only supposed to be using the memory witch for the purpose to making Sora his pawn, but he had gotten so close to her just be watching and hearing her cries for help. In a sense, one could say that he wanted to destroy Sora and make the promise of always saving her his own, but he couldn't. All he could do about was allow his body to lust after her in the worst way possible. Of course, she wouldn't notice that he was aching to feel her soft skin; he was very good at keeping his cool and she was too busy drawing to care.Vanilla Lace by Luna-Kyusho
Or so it seemed.
He took another deep breath, before rising to his feet rather quickly. This was to be settled now one way or another - and he was choosing the other way. He attempted to smooth out his conforming coat, checking and double-checking the seams, hems and if there was dust upon it before turning to move towards the delicate witch. She was quiet as she looked up from