"It would be my pleasure," Dahlia whispers, her nails - blunt for now - skating along his flesh before her fingers drop once more to her sides. "And though I rather like you dirty, he will not be so forgiving." With a catlike smile, she circles back around to stand before Pierce, her hand slipping into his own. "You may call him Dorian, on this plane."
And, knowing their counterpart to be what he is - punctual, commanding, and unlikely to suffer fools - Dahlia wastes little more time on formalities. "I know just the place for you to clean away the dust and grime." Smiling again, she draws Pierce closer - and then they are simply gone, wisps of twilight frittering through the air in their wake.
~FIN
And, knowing their counterpart to be what he is - punctual, commanding, and unlikely to suffer fools - Dahlia wastes little more time on formalities. "I know just the place for you to clean away the dust and grime." Smiling again, she draws Pierce closer - and then they are simply gone, wisps of twilight frittering through the air in their wake.
~FIN
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
