Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

Even Furiosa, the immortally volcanic and acrid, could be stilled by the presentation of her desires— and it was unpredictable to find what form that would take before she came across it. The phantasm of her wants had come packaged in the form of grey and cream, of mountains and wheatfields, both hard and soft, and Furiosa wanted nothing more than to know such a creature and call it to be a part of herself.

"Mean to? No," she pillowtalked softly, edging closer still. Wanting to touch— wanting to feel. "I wouldn't dare harm you, or anyone you deem fit to save from me." The she-devil said to her angel.