Wash my dreams away

Saracyn's words brought a soft gasp from the small fae, mismatched eyes going wide. One nimble paw raised to her chest and she gave the most innocent look that she could muster. "How crude," she chastised. "I didn't say anything about fucking him." In truth, she hadn't fucked Alastor. The mood had been too... sullen. The topic of their conversation too heavy. That wasn't to say that she didn't want to fuck him. What could she say? Scylla was a sucker for handsome, older men. Daddy issues, maybe? Did Chimera not hug her enough when she was a child? Hmm...

The red brute went on, teasing her a bit about her new position. He called her 'queen' and Scylla gave a low, husky chuckle. A tsk sounded and she shook her head. "Queen is such a boring title, don't you think?" One brow lifting as she sighed. Her expression shifted a moment later, lips peeling back to flash a sweet little grin. "You're speaking to the Sovereign of Obscura." Lifting a paw, she swept it outwards, indicating that he should follow. "Care to have a look around?"


"Scylla"