Porcupine Ridge I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

One thing, one weakness in the wretched face of the girl Envy;

She didn't mind being used so long as it meant she got to stay. She'd do anything to spare herself the ordeal of being discarded. Anything anything anything at all.

She didn't make the distinction of being used most times anyways, and if she did she certainly didn't say anything about it. Envy kept herself fixed to this cycle; be loved, be wanted, be needed, be desired, any of those things, any at all and she was in deep. Like an angler fish searching in the dark for another, bodies, souls, everything entangles into one. Chimera.

She was led easily by sweet words and breathy promises; she'd not been the sort to receive them often. And so, she was lulled in by his admission of... devotion, genuine, as far as she could tell; curtains of jest and flowered flattery were transparent in just this moment, enough to see through all that was concealed behind.

She too could obsess. Little kindlings of a fire stirred in that cavernous heart of hers. She looked at him in this way that was all consuming.

I wouldn't let the ground take ya. It'd be a failure on my part n' I don't fail. Not like this, anyways. She murmured, no move to put space between them, no no, she liked to be close. He smelled of something ashen and something sweet. I'd dig you up anyways n' see if I could figure out a work around. You're too fun to die. A grin would tease the corners of her pale jaws, he amused her, validated her, and that was perhaps the most important thing in the world to her. Coat of shame shorn away.

I'll keep our secrets locked away, no telling or tattling. You can do whatever you want. A pause, anticipation hung on soft breath. Just keep an eye out above. Muskrat and Nutu-yikruk like to spy. She'd lean in and whisper the last part, mischief on her tongue.