@RestingWander Presses a chaste kiss to the brideβs plump lips, a pursed smile breaking across her blood-red seal.
β Of course you wouldnβt, darling. β
@RestingWander Size diminishes; more woman-like, human-ish, plump and blush. Itβs a mood and a way to show off her ultimate abilities, she supposes.
β Forbid anything less, wonβt we? β
Accepts the hand on her rounded cheek, guiding the brideβs face around to hers with a petite palm.
with an asserting press, mouths locking. One must admit to the delightful flavor of the bride.
She finds this terribly amusing β to receive such a sincere physical gesture from the pure spirit. Alas, the last time she expressed her amusement drove the bride further away. Bel ββ
formally bent over the bride, does she remain towering in comparison. Regardless, Bel remains.. gentle, of a sorts, with the purified spirit.
β Yes, I suppose it would, β she sighs, disinterested in that bit, naturally. Curls a metallic arm around the brideβs back, ββ
actually rather endearing of the pure spirit; bred of rapture.
Lip nearly curls at the skeletal brush of a single digit, but not in disfavor, no. Smiles breaks, lips parting.
β .. And to which question are you seeking an answer? Emily dear? β
Tilts face to the side ββ
throat, fingers tapping rhythmically against the cushion below, however softer. Patient, even.
Smiles flickers, β Though I canβt say Iβve ever met another demon alike and found interest in mutual conversation. β
@RestingWander β Mmm.. No. β
Itβs short, but thorough in itself: it is the truth. Something rare to spill past the Beldamβs lips.. the truth.
The demonessβ brow twitches in intrigue at the way the bride catches her own lip between her pristine teeth. Another long hum vibrates in her ββ
bride and not making any moves to avert her gaze. Hand drops gracefully from the brideβs chin, catching on the cushion below.
Bel takes this moment to thoroughly study the generous aspects of Emilyβs round features.
state.
It is not beyond her that theyβre practically face to face. With herself having yet to sit upright and the bride propped up on a skeletal elbow, Bel can only raise a brow at the smug corpse.
β Hmmm. β
@RestingWander The Beldam only smiles wider.
β Such a lively little spark you have, β Bel says admirably, tapping lightly upon the underside of the brideβs chin. The smirk itself is most adorable, alluring even. The young woman is desirable in this semi-playful, semi-argumentative ββ
@RestingWander β It doesnβt matter so much if Iβm already right, now does it? β
Gently wiggles the chin in hold from side to side, a pristine grin plastered tauntingly on the demonessβ features.
Readjusts form, making to lay the delicate corpse upon the long chaise, seeing as to her ββ