Come Sail Away IC Inbox
Sep. 16th, 2022 02:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."
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Date: 2024-01-07 07:30 pm (UTC)Scenting her. There's whatever the Village left on her, with their clothes and their grounds and the day to day. There's the dust of the crypt they have her sleeping in, though it lacks the detachment from time. And then there's her, half-elven and willingly in 44's power, and this situation assuredly arouses her.
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Date: 2024-01-14 10:53 pm (UTC)"Mine," the darkling breathes at last.
Her licks are long and slow, at first. She keeps stopping to smear the taste of her new lover all around her lips.
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Date: 2024-01-20 03:10 am (UTC)Hers, for now. And being hers means that 44 can hear the way Fever breathes in, out slowly, a little more ragged. Eyes drifting half shut, focusing on feeling. The unyielding stability of the altar, the warmth of 44's mouth. It's a good contrast, and she enjoys it thoroughly.