Saintcecily - Blog Posts
“trouble?” her voice is a siren song to the creature that is known as cecily. red cherry lips are plumped and glossed, wet with need. lips curving upward as the wild ancient fae curls her ivory digits along the silken fabric that hung upon her slender shoulder. using her index finger she pulls at the strap softly, “i think,” sera whispers leaning forward to press her bodyweight against the female. “i can handle you.”
♱ ࣪ ˖ *͟ ▒ | | | OPEN STARTER , 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 .
❛ ❛ you know , ❜ ❜ begins the vampire , sounding dryly AMUSED as tone stretches thin ( ... ) intentions could be read as innocent if it weren't for the dangerous GLEAM of her eyes reaching that wicked smile . ❛ ❛ — you're flirting with the worst kind of trouble . ❜ ❜ whether or not they know this already , cecily likely won't be left wondering for long .
let me take care of you. ( willow ! )
how? how had her ivory digits turned crimson from the injuries. how? trembling, orbs were doe eyed as willow truly shakes within the arms of the woman who held her up right, whispering comforting words as willow tries to even breathe. “i— i don’t understand,” willow whispers against the vampire’s ear, her heart aching. “how did this happen?”