Close together and far apart

A slow, sly grin spread across his maw as Ignita placed the necklace over her chest. If there wasn't forced distance between them, she definitely would have been in trouble. Perhaps he should have carved ‘property of Basilisk’ on the back. Alas. 


It was her version of a crown, and it suited her well. A chain, with a symbol of freedom. Of unity. Under her own control and power… and not. It fit the odd dynamic of their relationship. He licked his lips slowly. “Agreeing to be my Consort, Little Bird. Brave, or foolish?” He pondered  his voice a teasing purr. What he wouldn't give to pull her into his arms…