Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170225033710

With a surge, Thomas reaches deep within his own psyche and pulls the same from Marcus'. He pulls out a memory of Samia---not just her image, but her everything. Her kindness, her benevolence. He triggers the memories of her scent, the sweet savory of her body, her pheromones. The memories of how he can recall her entire kingdom, just by looking at her. The way she sweated when they made love, the way she smelled when her scent first mingled with that of their daughter, just after she was born. Thomas pulls the feelings triggered by those scents, how they comfort and assure...and how they dominate. He weaves the memories of the scent of the one creature who yruly commands his heart, the one person who truly drove him to better himself every day.

The image---no, the presence---of Samia is before Marcus. She speaks in a way only he can recognize.

"Marcus...come back to me..."