REXANNA
“Oh, sweetheart, I know what it’s like.” She chimes to Hotaru, an amused wink given to the woman before her lips find the panes of Hotaru’s neck, her hand finding Amun to pull him closer and pull her body in with them – one hand traveling along Hotaru’s side and dragging her nails near the small of her back, making room for Amun on one side and Rexanna on the other. It doesn’t take long, not when she hears the hum from Amun leave that she sinks her own fangs in – body quivering beneath the sensation that floods her – the electricity Hotaru holds among other things.
There’s a bright moan that leaves her throat as well, pulling away begrudgingly, and pressing soft kisses to the bite marks, always to take care of the Valkyrie whenever she could – one arm outstretched to pull Hotaru in close, to press their bodies against each other. Her other hand moves to Amun, pulling him in close to them as well, before it drifts to Oliver then – but already her predatory focus is on Hotaru and the magic beneath her skin that she can feel simmering among the rest of her own personal magic.
There’s a bright moan that leaves her throat as well, pulling away begrudgingly, and pressing soft kisses to the bite marks, always to take care of the Valkyrie whenever she could – one arm outstretched to pull Hotaru in close, to press their bodies against each other. Her other hand moves to Amun, pulling him in close to them as well, before it drifts to Oliver then – but already her predatory focus is on Hotaru and the magic beneath her skin that she can feel simmering among the rest of her own personal magic.
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
