Lion Head Mesa I'm sorry that I'm misbehaving; I'm your little scarlet, starlet

She flutters against him, his lips find the scabbed-over bite on the back of her neck.

“Is it fairness you seek, Raven?” He asks quietly. The safety of her gilded cage? Or the freedom to leave it?

“Then you shall have it. I shall give it to you.” It would have already been her’s, if it was what she truly desired.

He’d once presented her with a choice. It had always been her decision. And it would be, now.