"W… what are you doing!?"
There was nothing Rhys could really do – for some reason, the Oracle's kiss, something that he could have avoided without even thinking about it, managed to pass through his reflexes. He wasn't just making any excuses because the Oracle is incredibly beautiful, but he truly was not able to lean away or dodge in time.
"Hmn… sweet." The Oracle's whispers escaped her lips as they parted from his, and for a brief moment, a thin string of saliva lingered between them, bridging their connection before snapping.
And for some reason, Rhys stood frozen, his body tense, as though the world had shifted ever so slightly beneath his feet. It was a weird feeling, nothing he had really ever experienced before—but if there was…
…then it would be his meeting with Arachnea.
"Why…" Rhys's silver eyes locked onto the Oracle's face, searching for answers that he couldn't quite put into words.
