Barrow Fields she like girls & and i like girls

"Glad to know I'm the first," the wretched fae while her emeralds mooned over the sea empress' features, hanging on her every word. The girl had never had her neck preende like a rook before — but her heart could trust the siren's teeth kissing and smothering her skin. Aoibh returned her favor, softly nicking the base of her throat, planting hickeys below her silky coat. 
Sadly enough, the eve had begun to set in, the sun lowering her head over the horizon like a wrung neck lowering at the gallows. "I retreat to the willows," Aoibh moaned regretfully. When did she decide to have responsibilities? Tsk. "But I'll visit you, I promise."