Fairspell Meadow sangre

feel free to powerplay! <3

scant hours since her last dosing and already silvertongue found the need curling green and vibrant inside her. akashingo; it poured twice more from her mouth in dehydrated whispers. her arm slung over his shoulders; she was leaf-light, bones wrapped in dusty fur. silently she hung over his back, her cheek lightly bounced by any movements she might make. "juárez" she breathed again. do not make me live without it. barely conscious, there was only the good hope that she would wake within a place familiar. barring this, she might simply die, and the thought elicited a small, bitter laugh from her insensate mouth.