#* IMELDA EVEN U MIGHT BE OUT OF UR DEPTH HERE!!!

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♢* — @illholy / 𝐱𝐱𝐱

   〈 ❀ *〉 ┊ Claws the color of spilled ink immediately begin to comb through equally dark hair as soon as her companion deigns her lap a worthy pillow, their touch like creeping lichen. Her smile widens enough to offer a teasing peek of sharp canines that glisten like silver beneath the rising moon. "You will do perfectly," she soothes. "All I ask for is a bit of warmth to share and a story or two. You've graciously provided me with one of those already."

     She leans down a bit, head cocking so she might see her new favorite sheep's face better. Her gaze sweeps across the pale column of neck exposed to her. Something stirs in the chasm between sternum and stomach. Rather than imagine teeth tearing in to release a river of red or lips planting tender marks that will be covered by a high collar come morning, she instead envisions vocal chords straining with story and song. "A sweet voice such as yours deserves ears with nothing to do but hear," she purrs, a sound that emanates from the back of her throat. Somewhere in the depths of the forest flanking the way back home (for certainly this charming lady borrowing her lap didn't leave like an animal), the sound of a bell chimes. Dinner time. "If you've no stories to regale, perhaps we could tell one together."