LISTEN CLOSELY WHILE I WHISPER YOUR DEMISE

slow throbbing, electricifying pain. leisurely burning embers rose quickly to a wildfire within his chest. ill-matched pools bore into the celestial orbs of the cat seated above him, a gelid storm fuming within his cadaverous body. the virulent man couldn't think straight. he wanted with every fibre to slip into the wench's jaws, clawing his way into her stomach only to bathe in the flesh-burning acids before eating his way back out. that was, of course, impossible to even attempt. especially with his highness lounging upon her throne well out of his reach. so with painful defeat and a raging headache to match, he would walk with stiff masts over to maeva, writhing under her to place her once more on his shoulders, before turning away from the royal cougar and muttering fucking cats. he would catch her another time, perhaps when she was not expecting, to repay her dues.

-exit unless stopped-