#wild carrotsseeds are a protection

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postcoital small talk

Send me “ Postcoital Smalltalk ” for our Muses to have a relaxed, tiered and hopefully comfortable pillow-talk after sex.

Afterwards the afternoonlight falling through the window was of a deep ochre, almost orange,colour and painted coloured dot like tattoos on bedlinen and skin. Afterwards when the rapid breathing, whispers and moans had turned into tiered chuckles and breathless giggles they sat together with their beds against the backrest of the bed and Wolfs head on Chris shoulder. Afterwards Wolf used th webthrowers made from wood, burned clay and leather around her wrists to pull one of her beltbags to herself and open it on her lap. Inside were replacment cells for her webshooters made of burned clay, a small box of in the sun bleached birchbark weaved like cloth and a small burned clayflask filled with something that smelled even closed of the mediterrane meadows around Pisa thickly covered in lavender. Inside the small box weaved of birchbark were dried seed that looked golden in the low afternoonlight falling into the room and as Wolf started to eat the seeds one pair of her grey eyes wandered to Chris. "Nah.", the young woman leaned her hed back and laughed so loudly that the little gap between her fronteeth was visible. In the warm light her pale poxscars seemed to have molten into her olive skin and almost she looked as if the disease had never touched her, even if it was just in this moment and in this light, for the few sweet hours: "That-" she held up a few of the carrotseeds:"- is not for you- to use this you do not have the right inner workings and truth be told all nicely, all you would get is a not so nice poisoning." There was something in the mans eyes-probably suprise, probably worry over the fact that she was indeed eating something poisonous and while it was normal and general knowledge for the people Wolf lived with day by day for him it must have sounded as if she had turned mad- that made Wolf hestiate for a second and then she laughed and touched Chris cheeks gently with scarred fingers: "Oh, don´t give me those big brown eyes, Muuske, " nimble hands took the small clayflask and pulled out the cork so the strong scent of lavender rose int he air like a parfume, mixing into the scent of fresh sweat: "you can try this to take care of mhmm..." the young woman gave the man a amused little wink, dapped her fingers in the lavendaroil from the flask and gently ran her oiled fingers over two scratches on Chris shoulder gently. Wolfs voice was nothing but a sweet purr: "Everything nice I left behind." [ @bewitchingbaker ]