ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤraise her chin. | accepting | @snowscaled said ... 🫴 :)
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDETESTABLE, WRETCHED.
Claws, that dig into her skin akin to fresh clay, not so much as to HURT HER, NO ; merely to keep her in place. O' how the bird had chirped, just too loudly. Dissent was not an option ( for, how long had he waiting to take limb and life from her , ) and flight was, too, deterred.
Gazing upon him, in this manner, he was no UGLY THING ; but that was part of it all ; disarm, with beauty, and take when the time was right. EVIL THING, WAS HE. Her own claws lift, just barely, and settle upon broader hand, eyes full of naught but pleading.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... Let go. ❞
His will, permitting, he would ; and there would be no squabble thereafter. But, if she had known him, as she knew the sun would rise, never would it be so simple. He was not the sort of man, to take joy in her visions, to seek them and follow by them. He was a man of VIOLENCE ; of joyous pain. Concession, was the only way.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Please. ❞
