Cerulean Cape listen [m]

close? ;;

she had never been so bold, but here she was, teeth in his flesh in a way far different than every time before but with just as much fever.

she would give chase with sharp clicks of her teeth and when he ran far enough, she would finally give in. eyes stung with the cold air, the salt, the emotion. but she refused to weep over such a man.

they had been nothing but warm bodies to each other, any embers had not been nursed but quickly smothered out by his pointed arrival — and if she ever laid eyes upon him again, she swore to do more than place teeth in his flesh.

sapphique called her and she would yearn for the comfort of sisterhood from the women there.