electing strange perfections
in any stranger I choose
in any stranger I choose
More than happy to play metaphorical kiss-chase with the distance between them, as Kiada leans back, Danta leans in, his own tail flicking lazily at his heels. "I've heard tell," he says with a sly smile, "that you are quite the force to be reckoned with. I just thought you'd be more interested in that sort of work than filing papers. Not that I can afford to say no to someone dealing with my mail." The pile of letters behind where she sits is testament to that.
"If they're at home, they don't need to know what happens here," he points out, cool blue eyes drinking in every part of her that she wants to put on show, admiring the soft slope of her cleavage, the way she moves in the lantern light. Of course, Danta prefers to look with his hands, and he grumbles a touch and rolls his eyes at her following remarks. "You can have a job as Master Cocktease, how about that?"
"If they're at home, they don't need to know what happens here," he points out, cool blue eyes drinking in every part of her that she wants to put on show, admiring the soft slope of her cleavage, the way she moves in the lantern light. Of course, Danta prefers to look with his hands, and he grumbles a touch and rolls his eyes at her following remarks. "You can have a job as Master Cocktease, how about that?"
Dantalion
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
with every step that I ran to you
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
