Infect Me With Your Love, Fill Me With Your Poison

Misha would watch as the Casanova would lift himself up, moving around in the sand. She would watch him as he would dip his crown down and grab a bunch of something in his maw. He would come back and drop the clutter of somethings at her paws. They were five daylilies, bathed in a deep, royal purple color. "Winter- they're beautiful," she would say with a smile on her maw, looking up at him as he would continue speaking. "Misha, my love, will you be my mate? Will you honor me with your presence - your lifetime companionship?" Her heart would flutter at his question, the small woman beginning to hyperventilate. "Yes." Would all she be able to say, the word coming out in a breathy whisper.