Ring the knell and Death will answer

Lurid was glad to see the red man take his place next to her, though she did wonder what else he would do for her. In her inebriated state, the dark goddess wondered just how much she could push him. He said he would stay with her, but she had heard such promises before, though this one meant what he said. he had been by her side so far, even when she was absent from his life in search of their new home. Requiem spoke again, and Lurid found herself a bit cross at his words. "Si curabat Alastor, veniret cum vocavi." She nosed the side of his cheek. "Do not worry about him, as far as I am concerned the betrothal has been nulled." Alastor had broken his vow by not coming to her side when she came back to Boreas, and Lurid would not worry about things she had no control over. It was his decision to lose her and so he did.

With her opinion on the matter stated, Lurid rolled to her side so that her back was pressed into Requiem's side. The contact would be electric, nothing like the warmth of Alastor's body, this was far more intense in nature. It felt good to have him so close, to finally be able to relax against him this way. Before they had decorum and strict rules keeping them apart, she had been wrapped around Alastor's massive paw, but now? Now she let herself be who she wanted to be. Turning her head to look at the red devil, Lurid smiled drunkenly, "You are much better suited to me anyway, Sheidheda. Maybe you should be Haihefa..." Her musing double vocals were hypnotic and soft, a rare moment of vulnerability from the Blodreina. What she was asking was not out of place, they had known each other for years, and Lurid knew he would make a good husband. She had secretly loved him before she was betrothed to Alastor, even as children. Perhaps he would take her up on it, or maybe he would pass it off as drunken thoughts. Taking another swig from her bottle, Lurid tried not to let her heart race ahead of her mind...though it was much too late for that.