girl, come resurrect him to the sky

She sees it behind his eyes and softens. That dark need to possess. On anyone else it would have her bristling, poking and prodding, riling. But on him? It felt like home. Her head lifted, meeting the pull of the fur on her nape, exposing her throat in turn, a shiver running down her spine from the contact.

Her blue eyes watched as he strode over to the dais, a brow arching, the lip on one side of her mouth lifting in response, a quiet snort of amusement. Motes danced in the muted light that streamed down upon the altar, stirred from the stripping of the deep red cloth. It was amazing how decor affected a room. The furs made the building feel older, primal. Her movement was casual as she closed the distance between them, sidling alongside Dread, teeth raking through the fur just below his ear. A distraction from his work that pulled a smirk to her lips, it was meant to be irritating, distracting, needy. How focused could he really be with her right here?

"speech"