Stavanger Bay Stranger Things

With a selfish, craving tongue, Furiosa bathed the crown of the Depth's young queen in caressing licks; her heart beating so frantically against the cage of her breast that she couldn't imagine it was comfortable at all to nestle there. The prayer fell on imploring ears, and the tattered hellion peered down at her enchanting sprite with a broad and sudden sadness. It was a wonder her eyes could ever look that way, though it appeared only for a moment in the sweet lull before she spoke. 

"I belong to Teaghlaigh and Arturo's cause," she said, her forthcoming tone clouded by the quiet, husky way in which she spoke to her paramour. "I gave him my word." It almost hurt to admit, she realized, and it was perhaps the first time in her vicious life that she felt loathe to tell the truth. Her spirit felt torn, jagged and tender. "But I am yours to summon," she added fiercely, casting her body forward so that she might cradle the star-gazed girl again; "at any hour, for any reason. Your song will be my conjure— your voice my beckoning. I will haunt you, my dear. I will haunt you until I am no more."