#cuileandorcha dee

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@cuileandorcha gets some Ruby/Dee fluff

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Send me 🗣️ (talking) for an incorrect quote of our muses // @cuileandorcha ;;

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🎼+ RubyDee?

Mini Playlists // @cuileandorcha ;;

LIKE REAL PEOPLE DO, Hozier | I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do

LIKE THE DAWN, The Oh Hellos | And like the dawn you woke the world inside of me. You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you.

LILAC AND GOOSEBERRIES, Miracle of Sound | Beauty and peril, shadow yellow eyes. Wolves can be gentle 'neath her violet skies. Bound by a wish or some sorcery, dreaming of lilac and gooseberries

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Deirdre makes no effort to keep up with Aine, the little fae running through the halls of the library at top speeds, her little hooves taking three steps for every one of her mothers as she sped forward, intent on sharing some of the pumpkin cookies that Deirdre had baked with Jane before they depart for their Halloween festivities.

Deirdre, on the other hand? Well, far be it from her to deny herself the chance for a Lady's good luck kiss before the night began.

Spooky! // @cuileandorcha ;;

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑵𝑰𝒁𝑬𝑵𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑨𝑳 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑴 have been abuzz for weeks, waiting for the veil to thin. All Hallows' Eve allowed the bounds of this tiny land to spread further than ever before, giving Jane the chance to see more of the outside world, watching its festivities from a safe distance.

She was done up, as usual, in her favorite armor, wings aflutter as she nearly collided with Aine, chattering away at a mile a minute.

And Ruby, with her black-and-gold, with her hair put up in the shape of devil's horns, with her mouth as red as fresh-spilled blood, leaned down to press her lips to Dierdre's. She wouldn't dare risk smudging the woman's own expertly-applied makeup, but if a tiny red smear remained at the corner of Deirdre's mouth, far be it from Ruby to point it out. At least, not right away.

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❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ - from Miss Dee ♥

Subtle S.mut Prompts // @cuileandorcha ;;

THEY HAD BEEN DANCING AROUND EACH other for years, visiting their respective realms and overseeing their daughters' playdates. It had been so long since Ruby's gaze began to linger behind her mask. Since she'd finally noticed Dee's. She had let it simmer, unspoken, until the strings grew taught between them, every word dripping with something other that refused to be named.

Even now, her touch is gentle, faltering, afraid to go further. Dee is no weaker than herself, and yet Ruby fears so much as scratching her silken skin with one errant claw.

But she sees that hunger in Dierdre's eyes and how the woman's gaze drips to Ruby's painted lips. She sees the redness of her tongue.

"And if I..." she begins, and falls silent as the words trip over themselves on her tongue. If I hurt you, if I push too far... What did she fear? Dee could protect herself from Ruby. There was no question. So what, then?

She could not name it, coward that she was, unable to face the truth of her own mind.

So she chooses another route. Leans in closer, until she can feel Dee's breath on her lips. She can count Dee's eyelashes. Make constellations of the pale freckles on her cheeks, barely there.

"If I say I do?" she breathes, barely above a whisper.

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❝  i won’t succumb to your tender tone.  ❞ - Dee ♡

G.reat C.omet // @cuileandorcha

Her defiance was delectable. Ruby would savor the taste. She chuckled, low and cruel, and moved to stand behind Dierdre. "You will," she crooned. Ruby reached out a single clawed hand, running her fingers along the side of Dee's neck, stopping just for a moment at that soft spot beneath her jaw. "By tone or touch, you will bend."

Another hand moved in to caress Dee's hip, a third at her waist. She was a patient creature, with more time than she knew what to do with. "Won't you look at me, my dear?" Her words dripped with lust, grin hungry beneath the veil.