Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

he did not agree. she saw the glint of his wound in the half-light. perhaps there could not be forgiveness for revui. it was not her place to ask.

"i think you are bleeding again," she mumbled, shifting lightly across arcturus to begin cleaning his wound with quick, precise licks. the closeness was intimidating; kukutux faltered briefly, then cleared her throat and pressed on.