"Adept fingers."

You miss my fingers around your neck, don't you?

[Bonnie, contemplating whether or not to appease the SKY gods by concluding that last interaction with a series of REDACTED content versus what she actually wants to say.]

[Eyes flash in amusement.] Without chasing you through the woods first? [Loops an arm around your middle and drops you over a knee, giving you a good solid whack.] That's for starting something that you're not going to finish.

[Gives a sage and solemn nod, humor present in his eyes. Oh, yes. She’s a brat. Even now as she works those feminine wiles of distraction. They work. Every time. And she 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 it.] An innocent. [Chokes on the word, a scoff that rumbles into a deep chuckle. Eyes flash knowingly as she calls himー

It's almost like she wants a spanking.

aka foreplay. Also middle-play. And afterplay. My sexy sweetness, you keep advertising how delicious you taste to the entire world like this just so you can watch me disembowel anyone who expresses interest. BRAT.

Witch blood.

Dead, but delicious.

|| Just unbridged this account from the fediverse. Not sure why, but nothing ever pulled through aside from the one post that I had pinned at the time of bridging.

[Says nothing for a full minute. He knows what she's doing. He's the king of diversion⸺ and as the saying goes, you can't shit the shitter.] You're in so much trouble.

[Changes his phone's ringtone to Lil' Kim's Magic Stick.]

𝑀ℎ𝑚.

Listen, when the only other people in the room both fall silent and start typing on their phones...

When you're reasonably confident that your brother is texting your girl, right in front of you⸺

Just for the record-- my version of this night would have been way more fun and 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 less broody.

I know the answer to this.

Foolishly tempting death like I won't devour you whole.

From dead to dead𝑖𝑠ℎ and now back to death itself. Who seeks my cold embrace?

Kiss? I think I prefer to refer to it as 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡. It has such a nice seasonal ring to it.

As she should.

Death lingers and haunts upon her lips. She greets Death as a familiar and a lover.

She's fire and I'm looking to burn.

𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝑢𝑠 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡.

Babe likes to play dead-vampire-resurrected-by-witch and I like to please my witch, so... Set me in the cold dark earth.

Even the dead have opinions.

See? Two can play this game.

D is for dead but not dead and gone. Liminal space is where it's at. Too bad kids these days are less obsessed with Ouija boards.

Every year, Lúnasa hits and she's on fire. My harvest girl bleeds with the season.

Sounds hot.

Could you love a monster?

⸻ 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 and 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

I'm not your average emaciated vampire. Look at that me⸺ feeling thankful.

Why 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 I sleep in a kick-ass engraved coffin?

𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑....

She sure fucking is.

More often than not.

Can't let this one disappear either.

she reeks of piety, this pretty little heathen ~ halo cracked at the edges, rosary strung with thorns; she whispers hymns with a serpent’s tongue and curtsies before the altar only to bleed on the cross #poetry #writingcommunity

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