Pretty little poison

♚ÉREBOS DUNAMIS

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she invited him to obscura to obtain the drugs. fine. however, he was slightly guarded even if he didn't appear to be so. she was clearly cunning, sweet and casual. like a cat, and he hated cats. he proved through it, enduring past his internal judgments of her, creating a taste for her as he assessed who she was. why she was.. the way she was. he studied both her and her drugs. it was then he would come to know as the poison maker. useful in many ways, considering the power she wielded politically. she was necessary, relevant to befriend.

so when she suggested they try some of her mixtures, he nodded. what better way to know how his victims would feel than to try it? in moderation of course, Érebos would accept. but not right away, for as he saw her gathering it with a toe, his chin tucked while he asked, "what is this?" his eyes harsh and face serious. he knew nothing about how these drugs were best to be administered-, understanding only what scylla let on. it appeared this honey-like mixture needed to given mouth to mouth for whatever reason. perhaps it could not stand to be dried by the breezes of salty air.

her lips then suddenly met his own, not expecting her tongue to relish inside his mouth. tasting her and the sweet honey, Érebos would pull back after he collected it. an odd woman this wolf was but he had no qualms about it. so as long as she did not assert herself over him, a dunamis male. with a single gulp then, he swallowed the mixture. remembering it's taste and her perfume. he said after, "When will the effects take place? And for how long will we be under its influence?" he was a sponge for her knowledge. greedy to know more.



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