#z.oen softly: what the fuck what the fuck wha

[acherys]

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NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . --- accepting[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them .@vojvode

keep the WOLVES from the door.       I hear them scratching like I don’t know  B E T T E R !

     Alone one moment, company the next, can you truly blame her for the bristle of icicles that shoot from the ground in a circle around her, an honor guard to supplement the wolf which barks in belated warning? Her fingers clench around the cup, hairline fractures spider-webbing their way across the glass. Next time she’ll just drink from the bottle.

          Wouldn’t her mother be so proud of her manners, that she scrounges up the effort to speak rather than unsheathe Lament and start attacking.

    “ Reckon we’re not so well acquainted that lurkin’ in like that is anything other than rude as hell. ” Or perhaps they were — there’d been an ax buried in her skull a couple weeks past, and while the physical could be healed easy as Thorval desired, she wouldn’t be surprised to discover some recollections had dripped out onto the bloody floor. “ Deathlord Zoen Mith. You are…? ”

     Not what you seem. Something vibrated down her spine the longer she looked at him, set her teeth to aching and her muscles jumping. His arms were too long. Brought wights to mind, the way their bodies almost looked like a person ‘til you stared a bit too long.

                                                                      won’t you  k e e p  the wolves from the  d o o r ?                                                      it won’t be long before I CAVE IN and open up the —