#on an immortal scale a month as a maid is like a small prank

[meli-writes]

the evening falls, as the collar thuds to the floor. the vampire shudders awake, out of the hands that rest at her neck, till she curls up on another side of the massive bed. clutching at unbroken silks, she feels the thousand gentle scratches on her fade away as curse emboldens and her strength returns.

🌕: "you sleep well? seemed a little tired after last morning." 🩸 feeling the tender skin at her neck: "without the silver, on a moonless night, i'm--" 🌕: "feeling better?" 🩸: "and i could--" 🌕: "and you won't -- i hope. that maybe we've come to an... understanding? hell, think the pack'd call that initiation." 🩸 brow crossing deeper than bloodhungry bite wounds. 🌕: "why not come back here, and think on it first, pup?" 🩸 crawling, with a small growl in her gullet as hands pour through her ruined curls. 🌕: "i'm a carpenter y'know, i can fix what i broke. includes you." 🩸: "hrrr... fine."

vampire who tried to keep a muzzled, leashed werewolf as a trophy. and now that werewolf has torn said muzzle off and is pinning her to the floor, the long claw of the full moon reaching through the great arched windows her castle.

🌕: "thought you could control me, didn't you?" 🩸: "no no no, i'm sorry okay i—" 🌕: "ah ah! you thought you could. so, admit it!" 🩸: "i-i thought i could control you, like a thrall." 🌕: "and now?" 🩸: "i can't. i understand now." 🌕: "and what does that mean i can do to you?" 🩸: "w-what? i-i don't know i--" 🌕 lurches down, bared not fangs but a whole maw over her moonlit throat. 🩸: "control me! you can control me. m-muzzle me. and leash me. a-and collar me in silver. p-please." 🌕: "good. we'll start there."