Firefly Glen im too lit to dim down a notch

she expects lighting to strike her where she stands, the claws and teeth of her never-would-be lover to sink into tender flesh and expose the worst parts of her. 

instead there is a joyous cry and kinkajuú's nose pressed into the soft fur of her face, and her sorrow and anxiety blurs into confusion. when did she start crying? oh, well, oh - but how unworthy would she be to return this clearly misplaced affection? "w-wait, juú-" witchbaby cries, recoiling, pink eyes glittering-wet jewels. "juú, ain't you supposed t'be mad at me?" and with that, the starlet's trembling voice broke into a sob.