#Love me‚ shove me‚ anything for you to touch me || Damien x Miranda ( warraigoe )

[royalreef]

@warraigoe​ inquired: damien comes to her... opens her mouth. inserts his head in her mouth.

      She’s—              She’s not doing anything. No, nope. Not one bit.

      Miranda’s still just sitting there, smiling as ever, Damien’s head in her mouth. Her teeth are pointy, poking up from below as well as above in their interlocking rows, but this isn’t as much of a problem as it should be otherwise. Partially because she’s not biting down, and partially because there is simply that much free space inside her face in the first place.

      Somewhere, her tail is thumping against the ground, one of Miranda’s happy sounds. The inside of her mouth is warm, betraying an internal warmth inherent to living things, regardless of her methods of thermoregulation, though Damien easily runs hotter than her. Those teeth are pearly, though this is hard to see in the darkness of her mouth. His entire head fits in with ease, more than enough to fit around him, or to crush his skull at a moment’s notice, thick jaw muscles sitting pretty around the back of her mouth like a crocodile’s.

      She’s not doing that, though. This is as normal to Miranda as anything else in her life, and she can only react appropriately.

[royalreef]

if damien didn't get a bingo, he was going to throw himself off a cliff

Bingo card - Accepting

..... Should be be a pedantic and mention that by 'softness' she was referring more to physical qualities? She's always thought Damien sat more on the wiry side than the soft... But he does lack scales, meaning he beats out her fellow merfolk... And as though any heat Damien brings has ever truly been slow... Nor is she going to mention Bellanda's opinions upon him in the slightest...

She's getting beyond herself. That is a bingo regardless! Sure, her choosiness is a part of the entire allure, but she can say that Damien is her type!

[royalreef]

@warraigoe​ inquired: ‘ An acquired taste ’ dames has to KNOW Taste test - Accepting

      “As I have stated before — I believe most of the demonic body is not worth the meat that you can obtain from it. It is often too bitter, or too tough, or otherwise just has sour tastes which are poorly suited to being actually served. There are ways you can remove such tastes from the meat, but often it is not worth the effort that is required of such an endeavor, and if you wish to do so, you must commit an extended period of time to tenderizing it and bringing out its more complex flavors, whilst minimizing the bitterness presented in the meat. It is tough, gamey, and needs dedication to it.

      The tail is always a good place to begin, upon any demon with the limb — slice it off in sections, and prepare with a selection of crab, squid for taste. It would do well in a broth, as it is not as bitter as the rest of the body, and a more tender meat. Good sliced, can be served with the skin on for a more unique experience.

       ......... Upon Damien specifically, I think the ribs would be quite nice. Divvy them up carefully, soak the meat in spices, and then eat whole with the marrow inside. The marrow in general would be lovely, I think. I would not be opposed to working open his femur and sucking out what is inside, as I think it might be uniquely tasteful. It would be messy eating, so better for a large gathering, more people to pass between and talk over the meal. The liver and other organs could even be served in a display, perhaps stuffed with blubber to make them sweeter, but nonetheless delicious.

      The skin you can cut into long strips, leave them to dry, and treat them as though jerky. Something chewy to keep your jaws distracted, or to tide you over for the meal proper. Depending on how long you can make it last for, you could even use it to tide you over until his ribs are fully prepared and ready to be served!”

[royalreef]

@warraigoe​ inquired:  damian says nothing as she holds onto miranda. that's HIS emotional support sea creature. he's not letting go. in fact, he's wrapping his his legs around her as well.

      Below Damien’s touch, he would be able to feel the bellow’s draw of Miranda’s chest, contracting and exhaling into a soft chuff upon the air. It’s a fond noise — he would know this by now, if her head tucking beneath his chin with all the determination of someone who knew how perfectly she would fit beneath were not clue enough — evocative of big cats, and other things with sharp fangs and deceptive cuteness. 

      Certainly not just anyone could get the merprincess to nearly shrink, curving her back up against his torso, trying to fold herself in half. He was warm- warm and familiar and smelling of ash and things that left her fulfilled, and so she nuzzled into him, making more soft chirrups against his neck, where he could feel them tickle against the delicate skin there. It contrasted so sharply with her own body, only a touch cooler than the air around them, even with the drapery of a light jacket over her shoulders and the given attire of early spring, temperamental as it could be. This close, pressed so tightly together, there was no ignoring the texture plated across the bridge of her nose, the same as so many polished jewels laid together. No ignoring the slow rise and fall of Miranda’s chest, pushing the ridges of her ribs up to prominence before falling again, no ignoring the slow, languid pace of her pulse, so steady that he might have been able to hear it if he listened.

       Behind them, there is the telltale press of her tail — curling around him and pulling him in close, shifting just enough to allow his legs purchase around her as so too she wound around him.

       “Hello to you too, Njak’jik.” Her words were teasing, but there was a softness there. An edge where Miranda bluffed instead of bit, a private softness dressed up in a way that another would miss in their private language of touch and familiarity. Emotional support sea creature indeed, and she’s clearly happy to be someone Damien can hold onto.

[royalreef]

(( Tag dump while I’m thinking of it.