𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀.

Meā causā. || Rated M || #иo̸ιʀ

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐒tay out of this , darling.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐈 𝙙͟𝙞͟𝙙.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐀ww , look at her respond.

𝙎𝙞𝙩 , girl.

⠀

[𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 ╱ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 @SerratedSadism]

⠀

I am 𝐍͟𝐎͟𝐓 a goddamn mutt.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐆ood to know she can
recognize her name.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐈t's 𝘾͟𝙤͟𝙞͟𝙣͟𝙩͟𝙧͟𝙚͟𝙖͟𝙪.

And , give me that.ᐟ

⠀

[𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 ╱ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 @SerratedSadism]

⠀

I can’t hear you over the sound
of drinking your fancy whatever
the fuck that is.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

𝐓he 𝙢͟𝙪͟𝙩͟𝙩 is certainly * 𝐍𝐎𝐓 invited.

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

< * 𝐈 could use some 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮. >

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

»Hoary physiognomy.

". . . 𝐘𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝,"
concluded with judgment
louder than all lightnings that
had struck this accursed city.

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐃
within occupied space 'pon
perceiving the words enunciated
by the relentless ecclesiastic,
causing 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓 to purse
her ( vermillion lacquered )
lips in arrant discontentment.

How quick did her amusement dissipate.

[✞ @5120Domini]

“I said soon, Geist. I didn’t say now. You should definitely still worry.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

"You sure know how to kill
the conversation, 𝘙𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘬𝘦.

Here I was, about to offer
you a fine bottle of Cointreau
to commemorate your
remaining days of . . . "

A pause as her viridescent
eyes scrutinized he—from
those ungodly pair of footwear,
to his ( impossibly )»

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀

< * 𝐈 could use some 𝐂𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮. >

⠀

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀
⠀ ❛❛ 𝐎h , my.

Age really is catching up to you.

Perhaps , I can 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 enjoy a drink
without worrying about my arm. ❜❜
⠀

[✞ @5120Domini]

“The days do feel longer and longer. Soon, I’ll get too old for the hunt.”

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

⠀
⠀ ❛❛ 𝐂areful , Father.
The wrinkles on your face are
becoming worse , and worse. ❜❜
⠀

[✞ @5120Domini]

God forgives.
I do not.

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

»Caused the other.
⠀
❛❛ Someone's been 𝙣͟𝙖͟𝙪͟𝙜͟𝙝͟𝙩͟𝙮, ❜❜

crooned the Oathkeeper's
monarch, descending further
down to sink own immaculate
teeth into lycanthrope-she's jaw.

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

𝐀 gratified smile—one that
of a Divinity's own—decored
nonpareil imperatrix's lips
afore she leant forth to claim
Lilah's for a slow, saccharine
kiss; a kiss as sweet as the
Holy Communion. Time
arrantly taken to savor
brunette-she's intoxicating
taste ( a hint of bourbon from»

[𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 ╱ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 @SerratedSadism]

the marrow of bone and the
strings of restless soul.

“ They’re 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 on you. ”

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

𝐀bsent pause, Jeanne's other hand
shamelessly slipped within Silver's
ragged trousers; her delicate, middle
finger rubbing the damp slit 'gainst
the soft fabric of her underwear.

A low, delighted hum escaped
she when the kiss came to a pause,
pleased at what she, herself, had»

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

»Known for as long as
she could remember.

"𝐓ake off that abominable jacket,"
with grand distaste, an acerbic
command given afore Jeanne
made way to her quarters to
retrieve an object that would
prove very useful : :
——— a leather collar with wrist restraints.

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

"𝐈t's exactly how it sounds,"
responded nonpareil
imperatrix in a casual
manner as she doffed
own ( exorbitantly priced )
pearlescent white fur shawl,
hanging it upon the rack
by the entrance afore
heading to join where
Silver has situated herself in.

Graceful footfalls»

[𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 ╱ 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 @SerratedSadism]

𝙮𝙤𝙪.ᐣ.ᐟ ”

Absolutely not. No way in Hell
would she ———

𝐒͟𝐢͟𝐭. The command severs her
train of thought. With a sulking
huff and the folding of toned
limbs , she complied.

“ You still didn’t tell me what
this whole ‘ makeover ’ gimmick
entails. ”

[𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐀 ╱ 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐀. @PretiUllius]

»That it is sufficient to be blighting
the public, and those around it?

𝐌𝙢,
vermillion-tinted lips twisted
as a hum of disapprobation
escaped she, cogitating on where
and how to begin the long overdue
transformation, and most definitely
not the bestial kind that Lilah has»