Send me ‘I want the K’ and I’ll generate a number
Getting the cruel natured demoness out onto the porch in the midst of a foreboding storm had proved near nonpariel for Abriella; Ally had protested, quite an awful lot, actually. Grumbled in contempt over just how immature playing in the rain is—— quipped about how she was not going to join in, all between long drags of the cigarette propped between bloody-hued lips.
The vampire could oblige to that, —-temporarily.Soon, though, she would grow bored with splashing about in muddied puddles all on her lonesome; Specular pools that had skirted over the watchful sociopathic occasionally now landing upon her form with a silent plead.
“No way.” “Please—!” “I said no, Abri.” A suppressed huff, a stomp of a barefoot in the mud, a soured expression most foul —- all before an impish light appears in her dulcet gaze.
“Fine, if you’re not coming out here—- I’m coming up there.” Confusion is fleetingly evident in verdant’s before sudden realization sets in. “Abriella, so help me god if you get me wet I’ll eat you—-.”
Too late. Spindly arms find home around the she-devil’s shoulders, legs hooking themselves against the curvature of Ally’s waist as the underdeveloped blonde lets loose a warble of laughter. “It’s just a little water, Ally-bear!” The momentary shock upon the pallid features of the blackhearted simply causes another peal of laughter—-and the bubbly girl to lean up and press an upmost platonic kiss right on parted lips.