Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

fade this? <3

she swung closer, sighed along the short fur of her mate's cheekbone. "we should go back." and by that she meant a thousand things, and none at all. craving rosalyn's nearness, the completion of her focus, erzulie shot her wife a glance that suggested more, and let her scarred muzzle brighten with a pleasant smirk.
time to remind her pirate that they were more than leadership and mothers, that the flame between them still burned as fiercely as it ever had.