Dec 1, 2024
@volonox: “Torture, bloodsport? Or perhaps just a good old-fashioned walloping?”
Cursed day, so to speak, to accost him twice. You see, his itinerary’s gone through several executive lumps, of which the perpetrator is the glutton they speak of and Klaus his punishment.
If the suicidal lady insists.
“Needy thing that you are,” a second-rate experiment, the defective brother. Now, where was that werewolf bite—-
yes, here. His finger cosies into its blushed-around black hole and is, worry not, accepted; the rot works much like fungi. Softens the flesh and expands the bedside manner unmentionably beyond that of its host.
Damon’s underjaw blocks at the point of a swallow in Klaus’ palm. Bliss.
“Hm?”
