Ring the knell and Death will answer

Choosing the room next to hers, Requiem stepped into the darkness of the cabin and looked around. The moonlit bitch-goddess watched him as he settled, licking her lips as she found her mouth suddenly dry as soon as he removed his cloak. The boy had indeed become a man and rather chiseled with more than enough handsome in him to make the queen swallow her lust. Clearing her throat as he stowed his cloak away, Lurid smiled broad and lecherous, holding the half-empty bottle out to him. "You have catching up to do, I am already a half-bottle in." Her tail waved playfully behind her as she watched him take his fill of the bittersweet wine, aged just right in the chilly conditions of the ship. Chilly was a mild way to put it, as the winters here were often dark and covered with snow and ice, just as Old Mirovis had been. She was home, and there wasn't a force other than death that would make her abandon her family this time. So far, they had all come trickling in one by one. The only ones she had yet to see were her littermates, but they would come.

Lurid eyed the red assassin, the look in her eye meant she was thinking of her youth; before she had been promised away to Alastor. That all seemed like a cruel joke to her now, Alastor was likely dead or gone, and her heart had been forced to let him go. The firefly god had fucked everything up for her, but perhaps it had been a blessing in disguise. Already things had gone better since her sanctioned return, it seemed the god had forgotten her punishment and let her go. Requiem was so handsome when he smiled at her like that, but Lurid made no mention of it, simply waving her tail at him. "Now, about your welcome home party...drink." She commanded in her dulcet dual-toned voice as she produced another bottle, "We have more than enough for the both of us."