HEARTBREAK CITY

holy tits on a stick, thank you muse ♥



Curiously, she observed the male as he allowed his thoughts to consume him, presumably attempting to retrieve the memories of her glorious victory that he had had the opportunity to spectate, pallid lids draping over his mismatched eyes to conceal the vibrant hues from view just momentarily. Seeming to have seized the correct memory, he revealed his cerulean and vermillion eyes to her own metallic once more, jaws falling agape to permit confirmation of her suspicion from escaping his larynx. A maleficent smirk chiseled at her bloodied countenance as his chosen words writhed through her auditory system, appeasing the wraith with the knowledge that she was not alone in believing that her victim was hardly a creature worthy of the oxygen that had once flooded her lungs. The devious expression only broadened upon her velveteen lips as glimpses from the gory battle flashed before her eager eyes, welcoming the savory taste of the renegade?s blood upon her tongue as it rushed back to claim her taste-buds. ?Her blood tasted so sweet; what a shame that no one else had the opportunity to taste it,? she commented absently, staring off into the distance without truly viewing what her pupils happened upon ? too consumed in her thoughts to remain aware of her ever-changing surroundings.


Baritone vocals brought the ice queen out of her trance, gaze trailing back to meet with his own as she digested his words, recognizing the inquiry but uncertain as to what name he had addressed her by. The tongue sounded foreign to the wraith and caused her skull to tilt minutely to portray her curiosity, but it was forgotten as she granted what was desired. ?Morphine, Imperial Queen of Tortuga,? the confident words cascaded from her inky lips pulled taut over her gluttonous incisors, still contorted in a devious grin. As the male planted his rump into the granules of obsidian, she mirrored his stance, rolling her mass back onto her haunches but retaining her immaculate poise although she held little authority over this rogue. Plush tendril of a tail coiled about the battered body of the deceased hair, forcefully motioning the appendage towards her rump to secure the possession of the kill. ?And who is the monster that lurks before me?? she questioned, her words disguised in a sultry purr to indicate that she did not fear monsters, but rather welcomed their companionship.


"speech"