The Reaper appears in a swirl of violet, silent and deadly to all but The Family she serves. Stepping out of the writhing flora and fauna, it simultaneously parts and attempts to cling to her form, something she indulgently allows. Clad in a black dress with a plunging neckline and fringed with lace, Dahlia lets long fingers whisper across Dorian's shoulders as she arrives at his side, a sinister flower in full bloom.
"It has been a long time since we were all together," she murmurs, hands linked loosely behind her back, full lips curving in a pleased smile. "I am looking forward to it."
While her counterpart gives little to nothing away, the Reaper is bold in her pleasure and satisfaction, and were this not a meeting for their entire group, she might have considered showing it in more intimate ways.
"It has been a long time since we were all together," she murmurs, hands linked loosely behind her back, full lips curving in a pleased smile. "I am looking forward to it."
While her counterpart gives little to nothing away, the Reaper is bold in her pleasure and satisfaction, and were this not a meeting for their entire group, she might have considered showing it in more intimate ways.
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
