Conditions
Sirius
08-26-2019, 02:33 PM
Zee let him drag her onto the rug, falling into his warmth and leaning in close against him with a pleased sigh. There was nothing more comforting then relaxing in his protective arms, and Zee wished that the two of them could sleep together without him trying to maul her in his dreams. She was almost so happy that she missed his words, but they brought her attention back to the conversation abruptly. "Damn fucking right." She told him, turning her head to bite the closest part of him she could reach. "Don't ever call yourself disposable again." Her voice was low and cold, the remnants of a growl upon her lips as she dismissed the idea angrily. How could Deathbelle have loved him, but still allowed him to consider himself expendable? Living and dying at the Klein's whim. The disgust of it was plainly written on the servants face. "I hate them for letting you think that way." "Thinking" "You." |