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Send “(─‿‿─)” to cuddle with my muse!
It is said that every once in a while everyone needs comfort. Be they the youngest of children, the eldest of men, a woman, a man, a warrior or even… the Queen of Hell. Of course, obviously some needed it more often, some not, but nonetheless everyone did. And as such, when Mazikeen came to sit beside Crowley and leaned against him, he automatically did what felt natural. He slowly and carefully pushed her lower against his body, letting her head fall on his lap. He straightened the beautiful, crowned mask she was wearing and let himself get into a slightly more forgiving position, making sure to keep her comfortable. One of his hands landed on her shoulder and slowly cruised along her hand, then it landed on her chest, just above her breasts where it stayed while he poured his warmth into her suddenly cool body. The other hand went to her long, dark hair and slowly brushed through it only to then play with individual locks, very delicately to give only that pleasant feeling of soft teasing on the scalp. Mazikeen shifted her position, lying on her side, startlingly burying her face in his stomach and wrapping her arms around him. Crowley sat completely quiet as they cuddled on the side of the valley.















