Hoshor Plains grinning

tysm!! <333

she amused him. her voice was a roll of flitting syllables, pebbles beneath the shallow water of a springtime brook.
he eyed the wound he had rent upon her flesh.
"ash." the smouldering of motherblood from a torn throat and open eyes so close so far ago, so close so far so close 
"you'll have to forgive her for me. she wasn't around a lot." merrick's face contorted into a glasgow grin, unappealing and filled with shards of yellowing ivory.
"what do you call it then, if not cavorting?"
he thirsted to dart forward, to seize her, to feel the panicked pulse of her jugular against his tongue.
turn my interest, scheherazade