”I see you’ve returned
to us, my Precious.”
Oh- Oh! He is close, but she moves closer. Her steps are silent, barely gracing the ground that cowers beneath her, and he is in the crushing grip of her arms.
He is greeted by destruction given form, regardless that she seeks not his end. Her cheek is pressed against his chest and she rubs into him- cloyingly familiar and deceptively playful.
my favorite kitten
Recognition? No, not truly, it’s just a hunch inside that twisted mind. Hunches are enough for this chaotic wraith, her touched reaching forward- running a single claw down the bridge of the female’s nose.
There, she leans back into the touch, devilish digits twining before the femme’s form as eyes narrow. Lashes of ebony touch convex counterparts, meshing to seal pale but dark blushed lids together. Her face contorts into the sweetest of smiles- that a beast can make.