If I hold up hell, will you take the blame?
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Put the devil’s tongue on my middle name
Turning her back to the herald, Cordelia sighs out a breath as Frey's hands slip along her shoulders, working away the tension there with ease. Her lips twitch into a slight smile before parting around a hum, lashes fluttering shut, "You're not wrong. They will long outlive us." It was a matter of fact thing. Humans were moments from death in a world like this. It didn't care to cater to their soft bodies and precious needs. It was harsh. Unforgiving. "Then let me help you with what is your priority. If I happen to be able to care for the people of Halo in conjunction with that, so be it."
The offer of the fruit is welcome and Cordelia leans forward slowly, teeth sinking into the tender flesh, juice gushing to drip down her chin and along her neck in tantalizing rivulets. Cordelia turns her head slightly, cutting her eyes towards Frey as she tucks herself closer to the herald, "Use me, Frey. Please."
The offer of the fruit is welcome and Cordelia leans forward slowly, teeth sinking into the tender flesh, juice gushing to drip down her chin and along her neck in tantalizing rivulets. Cordelia turns her head slightly, cutting her eyes towards Frey as she tucks herself closer to the herald, "Use me, Frey. Please."
Cordelia
