@atlanticwander it is not meant to be enjoyed. i may need to find alternative methods, if that is the case.
( exasperated. eyelids shut to shroud that radiant smile from view. his reaction is incomprehensible. )
@atlanticwander it’s a thinly veiled challenge, one she takes in stride. slapping his hand away, her own deftly undoing the buckle before settling over his navel. lingering, fingers hover over the waistband.
“ without question. i was made for you, no? ”
@the1stfatui perhaps so, but separation is inevitable.
₍ relishing in mentor’s softness, the security he provides. each caress soothes her festering shame, her embarrassment for her pitiful state. rosy lips droop, curving into frown. ₎
@outcastedruler ₍ deity then pulled close by the arm, her tongue greedily licking into her mouth. biting more than she can chew, evidently——yet unrepentant all the same. staring death in the eye had never been so alluring. ₎
@outcastedruler ₍ she attempts to resist, swallowing back the taste of death itself; jagged teeth scraping along flesh, biting down. it makes her head spin, something akin to 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 taking hold. a want that felt aching, enticingly forbidden. ₎
“ gasoline? ”
once jittery hands pause. of course. so often does she tend to humans and fae alike, that brewing tea had become a reflexive habit. albeit finding herself embarrassed from the oversight, she finds her gaze drifting.
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Well, what if he made it a command for the maid? Then she’d have to rest and relax. That’s the point of their hanging out, so she can rest and just enjoy herself.
A small shake of his head.
❝ I can’t drink tea, sadly. It’s just gasoline, oil, and energy packs. ❞