@VarleyRecluse โ Hello, my little Bernadetta. โ
Preening finished, brushing some stray hair from her cheek. She smiles sweetly, a beaming grin that was warm like candle light.
โ It's good to see you. How are you faring? Have you need of anything for your room? Have you been cleaning it? โ
@VarleyRecluse Two sizeable, plush pillows are all that's seen from the little Varley's shortened perspective as warm hugs are given.
More head kisses, then dextrous, manicured fingers preen those purple locks as a dutiful expression took hold, eyes meeting.
โ Why hello there Bernadetta. โ
โห โโญห.โ
โ Edelgard von Hresvelg.
โห โโญห.โ
/ / find divinity between these pretty thighs, sacred worship in forgotten prayers. god does not ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ.
( #fireemblemrp && #mvrp && #lewdrp. )
Sighs.
Hands beneath her significant bust. She has no time to mend the strain they cause her back.
But soon, an idea arises!
๐ฝ๐ค๐ค๐๐๐๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ง๐๐๐๐๐ง.
โ Ah, there we go. Much better. โ
@VarleyRecluse
Bends down, tender digits hold the little Varley's cheeks.
A single kiss upon the girl's head, soon a hand lifting to rub off the marks of lipstick left behind.
-digits brought it to life.
A ring, roughly 10 meters in diameter, appears in runic shape before vanishing. Clapping the dust from her hands, the Songstress stretches.
โ There, a simple alarm spell. We shall hear ringing the moment something enters it's radius. โ
Lithe digits comb through the air, magic gathering at her fingertips before collecting in those smooth palms, forming a floating, shining light. Illuminating a small portion of that darkness, heels digging into the bloodied dirt below.
โ The fighting was much too brutal for-
-there NOT to be something worthy of our attention here. Agarthans are not known for wasting time, nor resources. โ
A swift gesture, the small magelight floating near the warrior's shoulder in response. Hands spread, fingers articulating another spell before a resonant snap of-