' c'mon, wulf. you know i'll be good for you, i'll always be good for you, it's all i want. ' her voice is so quiet it's nearly incoherent, and she's close to just babbling at this point. she freely begs, a slew of ' please please please ' she's sure won't convince eodwulf, but it's all she has. ' wulf, please, please... ' -- starsoared uwu
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He listens to her begging, a mess and needy. He taps his pen to stray the excess ink from his quill and stays silent as he finishes his correspondence. The contraband had been just a little processed consumables, nothing big. But examining them and naming them harmless, and dipping in to the stash had been two very different thoughts. The buzz had been pleasant for him, but something about it had struck her like lightning and fire, and he had to hide the last of it to ensure she didn’t abuse it while he was out on business.But how pretty she begged, and they had a week before they even had to return to Rexxentrum. He clicks his tongue and sets his quill down, before reaching in to his pockets to produce a small folded wax paper medicine packet.
“Come here, head on my lap, love.”
He prompts, cooing softly as he opens the packet. The paper flips crisply and he scoops his pointer finger through the small smear of tacky dark magenta paste on the center fold. Once she’s before him, he cradles her face in one hand, tugging her bottom lip with his thumb to get her to open up. His finger paints the paste along her gums, intimate and familiar. One streak to the left, then one to the right, before taking his finger back and taking the rest of the remnants for himself. It’s gritty between the top of his lip and his gums, but a warm numbness settles in his teeth as it soaks in. “Go ahead, get in bed, love, I’ll come check on you in about twenty minutes, okay?”