<strong>Anya<br/>Dorm B5<br/>Tagged: Isoke</strong><br/><br/>Anya couldn't help but smile up at him as he braced himself to look at her. He was too sweet, comforting her and knowing that words would be too much. She was glad when he changed the subject, although it was still something confusing to her. Although, right now, she felt at ease, at peace. She was happy.<br/><br/>She reached up, a hand gently caressing his face and cupping a cheek. She felt her cheeks heat at his question and the lack of if when he asked. "Well, to bond, we will share blood. I will cut you here," she said marking an x over the center of his chest, "and you will cut here," she continued marking an x between her pert breasts. "Then when we make love, we will be pressed together, giving ourselves completely to the other. Our blood will mingle and the wounds will heal immediately after." Her palm was now over his heart, feeling the thump thump of it's beating. "From what I have been told, we will literally feel our souls become one and from then on, you will be able to feel me where ever you are, and I the same with you. It's almost like a mental link, but I don't think we can speak telepathicly to eachother. It would be more along the lines of an empathic bond, I suppose."<br/><br/>She watched his facial expression closely, afraid that she may have frightened him. In truth, she would understand, but in such a short time, he had become to mean so much already.