Can you still love the devil

He ran his paw through her fur, feeling the softness, and the familiar shape of her body beneath the pad. He enjoyed her close proximity, the scent of her on and all around him. Her own paw absently played with his fur as she spoke, but Basilisk didn’t reply immediately. He ran the back of his paw lightly down between her ears and spine. She was so small in his grasp, so easy to reach any part of her.

“I have no desire to force someone.” He said at last. It wasn’t an answer, not exactly. But perhaps it was the closest she would get.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"