You own me like whispers in poetry

He carefully finished cleaning one arm, and moved to the other. He enjoyed caring for his Ignita, his fiery consort. He enjoyed that he let her as he carefully removed the blood, and gave her time to come to terms with it all. While he was a possessive, volatile beast he tried to give her what she needed. Right now, she needed patience.

“You’ve undergone a lot of changes since I met you. You’ve been willing to try, and you’ve put in the work. That you didn’t have the experience to back it up only makes it all the more meaningful.” He told her, tugging her a little closer and brushing his tongue under her chin. Cleaning her further. “Practice is at the core of everything.”