be

this is your sport

but she's not playing a game

He can take all the time he needs, as far as she’s concerned. She fully intends to make it worth his while later when all is said and done. It’s with great reluctance that she parts from him, though it doesn’t last long as he tucks her into his side, wrapping his arm around her to keep her close. Her own wind around his middle in turn, walking along with him with her head pressed against his chest. “You’re going to make me cry.” She confesses in a slightly higher pitched tone, throwing a playful accusation his way, despite how the redness of her face seems to suggest that if he continues to be so sickeningly sweet, she absolutely might burst into tears.

She releases him as he reaches over to the drawer, watching with unbidden excitement, her tail waving eagerly behind her as her brows pinch as if to fight off the feeling as she looks down at him kneeling, popping open the beautifully simple ring (and for Kiada? It’s perfect because she’s quite simple when it comes to accessories as well). “It’s so beautiful, Fox.” She says softly, already reaching down to pluck it from the box, to slip it on her finger with bated breath, hoping desperately that it fits.

And elated to find out that it does. Her grin widens and she drops to her own knees, pulling him in to meet her halfway in a little pile on the floor, all while simultaneously trying to show him the ring on her finger. “I love it.” She pauses, eyes glimmering as she looks up at him, trying to keep herself restrained from going too crazy at this overwhelming sensation blowing up within her. “I love you.”

do not think you are safe because you love her

do not think she won't stain her mouth red with your blood too

KIADA