the kitsune traces delicate fingers over the knaves chest , softly. almost sweetly. cranium resting within the crook of their shoulder , resting there. a swell resting within the pit of her stomach. " do you ... loathe me ? still. "
Bindings visible 'cross bosom, tightened against sternum *& rib-cage. Finger's tips felt through bandages, pressing into damp *& sweat filled white, creating an ugly muddy-yellowish color. They needed changed, it's what The Knave thought about during this moment of intimacy, vulnerability. For once, toxic-pair is resting in Father's quarters. The softest bed Fontaine could offer - feather filled pillows, silk red sheets, pure white comforter, now stained with similar sweat *& soiled accents, small blood splatters scattered across [ ... ] with an invertible ebony on it's underside. A larger than necessary bedroom, once filled with smells of expensive perfumes *& cologne, dim lit candles to give a bit of character in late evenings [ ... ] now drown out with the scent of sex - two bodies mixing together. Be it lovingly or that of hatred, a roughness lay beneath gentle gestures. Beaten, bruised bloody. Bite marks. Lust filled eyes. Short breaths. Deep breaths. Echoes of the kitsune's whimpers, her moans, her words. They echo in Arlecchino's head, repeating themselves over *& over again.
She isn't so annoying, after all. An animal easily breakable. Swayed to my side, with the flick of my tongue *& steady movements of appendages alone.
A smirk formed over pale features; ❝ Why do you ask me such questions? So often. Hasn't my answer always been the same? , Voice stern, almost filled with that annoyance in itself. Teeth were quick to pressure together, creating a small vein to bulge at the temple with such intensity. In reality, a form of COMFORT has created itself when with the Guuji. My answer has always been the same, yet, being TRUTHFUL is a rare feat.
Another moment of silence, form adjusted *& elbows prop the Harbinger up. Red cross-filled irises peer down at pinkette - crown tilts to the side. There is no emotion in those eyes, similar to that of a corpse with no more life in it. Lips slightly part, the smirk falling; ❝ [ ... ] We have a connection, of sorts. It's gone beyond what we once were, of course. You are nothing more than MEAT to be eaten by me. But [ ... ] if something, someone, were to try *& remove your presence from mine? The perpetrator would no longer see light of day. Their last breath taken, an excruciating-agonizing death would fall upon their soul. , Gaze shifted a moment, 'fore returning back to give the undivided attention to violet filled hues.
Blacken hand raises, one may mistake this for an intended smack for inquiring about obvious observations - yet, no harm came. Fingers wrapped under chin, caressing the fox's jaw. Bringing it to raise her head high rather than lowering it, like normal; ❝ I want to hear you say it. That you're going to devote yourself to me, unconditionally. That you'd slay your own GOD for me, if I commanded it. I want you to swear there is no room for anything, anyone, except me. My dear, Miko.
