@lsdambitions sent: “ May I please get a crumb of affection? ”
It wasn't Lilith's fault that Saylor was in a bad mood. Usually she was pretty cheerful, an upbeat girl albeit one with a short temper. A big personality to make up for her small height. Today, she'd simply woken up on the wrong side of the bed and decided to make it everyone's problem.
Sitting beside Lilith, Saylor scrolls through the endless titles available on Netflix. None of them are catching her interest, and the coffee on the table next to her is getting cold. Only when Lilith speaks first does the blonde give her her attention, a smile finally taking shape on her lips despite her efforts to stave it off.
❝ A crumb of affection? Aw. That sounds so pathetically sad, ❞ she laughs, dropping the remote onto the cushion before climbing over and plopping herself down in Lilith's lap. She cups her face, smoothing her thumbs over her cheeks, and plants a big kiss right on her lips.








