#fraise i'm rabid

[archivedolon]

@7hell sent a letter : her lips curl into a soft smile, sauntering forwards towards the captain… scarred hands laced in beidou’s, lips brushing against hers. a few glasses of wine have gotten the best of kinu. ‘let me pour you another glass, dear…’ ( unprompted. )

beidou is soft to the temptations of alcohol, a clouding mist of a woman at the hands of a few messy cheers. enticed by the prospect of a drink with such alluring company, it's easily that she finds herself back on the alcor with kinu. time moves slowly in her hazy mind, warm tugs of cotton in her eyes and ears, though a few glasses have yet to dull her senses. the captain is but a bull of war, firm as her boot heel digs into the sodden dirt like heavy hooves: her blade the piercing horns ripping through the flesh of those who crow power, brawn, valor. yes, beidou is a leveler of mountains, the very beginnings of the tide in oceans. to trample man's ego is as trivial as a mere afterthought.

but kinu boasts a different sort of confidence: the raw charm of womanhood, and beidou finds herself rather entranced. it's with a hypnotized gaze that she watches her out of a single blood red eye. the way that she takes her hand and sways closer in one swift motion, entangling the two in a dance of push and pull. and perhaps it's the liquor, perhaps it's the wine, perhaps it's the poison of her smile━ this vixen is dangerous. kinu's actions are purposeful, the curl of her smile painted by a master craftsman at work, and beidou laps at the attention like a starved dog. really, she's so very dangerous.

" pour me another? i've already had four. " ━━━ thunder rumbles low and quiet in her chest, crackling with every bark of laughter that follows; the queen of the crux fleet is a storm full of warring tides and the sharp whip of lightning. few are able to stir the clouds like kinu can, wrapping in a cyclone around her finger. a marred hand comes to drag slowly, knuckles gliding along the soft curve of the writer's shoulder to fall agonizingly slow until they settle at her waist. she handles company like this like the hilt of her claymore: her grip is firm and certain, driven by clear decisions and an even clearer mind. well, aside from the alcohol.

the captain is by no means a shy creature and when offered such sweetness, she can't help but take and take. it's almost cruel how tightly she holds kinu close, pressed flush to her front as her free hand braces against the solid wood of her desk. beidou's lips chase hers in a drunken desire, panting and insistent where she meets her kiss. as ravenous a beast as myths paint her visage, she is a gentle lover, dulling her fangs when they bite possessively into kinu's bottom lip: a lick follows after as if in an appeasing apology. it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, after all, and the captain plans to ask for plenty of forgiveness today. her voice comes in a thick cloud of smoke past her lips, fanning heavy yet fleeting when her gaze grows fiery hot.

" will you stay until i've had my fill? "