Sweet Nothings

It had been several days since Dalila had been attacked and ravaged. The perpetrator had been killed, ripped to shreds for all of his offenses. It was almost too easy of a death for the man. Chimera would have made him suffer. Cut off his legs, pull out his tongue, chop off his cock, burn out his eyes. The four of them had simply been too incensed to be that creative at the time. Hindsight though. He could imagine doing such things to the bastard that had hurt Dalila so.

Having brought back a bottle of wine from The Hallows specifically for Dalila, he sought the woman out. The mottled woman had been in the rooms that she shared with Siren and he had been smooth enough to entice her out of those rooms and out onto the big, beach gazebo where they had spent a good deal of time together. There were furs and cushions kept there constantly, stowed away in one of the waterproof benches that one of them had discovered.

Leading the small woman up and onto the gazebo, he helped her settle down before he laid down beside her. The evening was warm, but not as hot as days prior, thankfully. A breeze coming in off of the sea would keep them cool enough as they spoke. Chimera presented the bottle of rich, red wine to the woman beside him. "A gift," he informed her before leaning in to place a gentle kiss upon the back of the closest ear. "How are you, Dalila?" Not just physically. He wanted to know how she was really doing.

"Chimera Klein"