WASTED NIGHTS

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Still he navigated closer to her bedside, but the ex-sovereign was indifferent towards the close proximity, allowing her skull to tilt back slightly as he made his approach so as to keep his masculine form in view ? trusting but not overly so. Triangular ears pricked forward as her inquiry was met with raspy snickers, sardonic vocalizations following suit that triggered amusement within the wraith, a brief snort brushing past her leathery nostrils as her gaze relocated his injury. ?By ending them quickly?? she questioned with feigned innocence, cocking her skull to the side like a confused whelp for effect as her mercury depths reunited with his mismatched, a devious smirk betraying her attempt at naivety. The ice queen would not deny that the daring brute before her appeared capable of far more heinous crimes than execution, but still she did not feel intimidated by his dark presence. After all, they played for the same team, did they not?


Plush tail idly flicked as the hellhound rooted himself mere inches away from where she lain, looming above her petite and vulnerable body while his pupils devoured her entire entity, desire lingering behind vibrant eyes. For a moment, her insecurities withered away as she examined him, observing her being with evident lust, fueling her with the confidence that she needed when she had just felt so worthless moments prior. She knew the feminine aroma that temporarily tainted her natural scent was tantalizing to any male, and yet, the feeling of being wanted was overpowering to the pallid babe, and she recognized the pride that teemed within her as a result, appeased with the euphoric feeling it generated. His airy speech would grace the placid atmosphere and she would be relinquished from her momentary trance, a simper chiseling her visage as she contemplated his words. ?And why wouldn?t we? The creatures of the night ? they can be most intriguing, mm??


"speech"