@HercuIeanFiend A yelp emanated, lithe wrist sporadic with attempt to free herself, dark tresses sprawling in tandem to her cranium. Only when wide, owlish optics fell upon Marcel did her frame relax, a sigh of relief sounding.
“What?! No! / Why / would I do that, Marcel?”
@HercuIeanFiend That wasn’t what she wanted to hear, yet of course it was excepted. It didn’t stop her heart from tumbling into her gut, though. Eliciting yet another sigh, one that trembled on the expire, she began to fiddle with her svelte digits.
“But you can stop it. . . right?”
@HercuIeanFiend A deep sigh slipped past marred tiers, pearly dentition nibbling fervently against the bitten flesh of her inner cheek.
“What did I say?”