Deepwood Weald Just By The Way He Looks

she enjoyed the freedom the two of them had. free to go wherever they pleased and free to be alone and enjoy their own company. abaddon was a lovely man. she hoped he could see that within himself. there was a brewing darkness that she delighted in. mischief was quite a beautiful thing when boredom should set in. 

 he inquired of her desire to play with poisons in a most crafty manner and a quite devilish smile formed across her inky lips. she would love to test the limits of her personal king and test her own self-control with life in her hands. the feeling set her mind ablaze. "i would delight in it even. there are things there is no immunity for, but for some things if you're willing to suffer--the price is always worth the war," 

 his touch was an electrifying one. she drew so much pleasure out of being an object of affection she couldn't help but to let out a breathy, desiring sigh, "there are things that far surpass physical feeling," she crooned gently and her eyes grew serious for just a moment, "as there are poisons; there are plants that can simply open your mind to so many blissfull things," opium. a truly wonderous things. quetzl had introduced it to her some time ago and he always made the ride quite worth it. euphoric. delicious. much like her pale palladin.