[Whatever fine line that they precariously walk is now fast fading, disappearing beneath the lapping waves of the merciless ocean that they've chosen as their burial ground. This line that was once drawn into the ever-shifting sand, separating what should have been mere casual fantasies from darker promises that are so eager to be fulfilled, vanishes as these two fate-kissed lovers untether themselves completely from any and all reason, capitulating to the cruel and broken facets of their souls. And now they're adrift, lost at sea, ready to quench a frightening thirst to spill unclean blood. Their ocean of misery will be dyed a deep crimson if they keep this up-- too bad for everyone else, though, that this sorry pair of girls would find it positively beautiful.
This world ought not to have corrupted them so thoroughly, crushing their innocence and steeping their hearts in a paralyzing bitterness, because now Mai is giving her body unquestionably to one handsome wolf who has her picturing such splendid, bloodied scenes as she shudders and whimpers from fingers that find their home within her fluttering walls. And Mai would do it-- she would take a cloth to the Zen'in blood drenching her lover, and soak up every last drop from her perfect form before pressing her lips to each inch she wipes clean. Oh, she would even fuck this magnificent wolf before an audience of lifeless eyes, made vacant by a woman who once wore such an emptiness in her own before she dared to viciously taste life once again. It wouldn't matter anymore, Mai would gladly do it-- one final, brilliant disrespect aimed directly at her father, who could rage at her as much as he pleased from the jaws of hell.
When Cellinia gives Mai the power to snuff out those lives-- gives her mere word sovereignty over the fate of her kin-- she feels as if the breath is robbed from her very lungs. From a lowly, mistreated serving girl to someone who could demand the erasure of a family with such strength and prestige, it's enough to make her feel dizzy with the self-preserving thoughts that this can't be real. It isn't, it can't be, this is just the two of them taking this game of make-believe to the cruelest of depths, all in the pursuit of using this sinfulness to chase some carnal satisfaction.
Yet when Cellinia promises that she would do anything, Mai swears she almost loses it completely at this whispered vow, these beautiful words uttered with such an intensity that it feels like her heart is practically leaping from her chest. She knows it-- that is real. There's noting false or pretend in this declaration. It's as real as the dark devotion, molten in that amber gaze, it's as ardent as the messy, filthy kisses they exchange as passion eats away at whatever sense dares to linger in this union.]
Y-Yeah-- do it. Do it for me...
[Do anything, everything she might possibly want. Even do the things that Mai might be too afraid to ask for outright, her true voice still smothered by the vestiges of loyalty she begrudgingly carries for a life that never once loved her. Break it all-- ah, she feels it, she feels so close to breaking, already. And if she were to shatter in this moment, Cellinia, she would demand that you wield the shards of her to slice down the monsters who made her this way.]
I want it, Cellinia, I want it--
[And what is it, exactly, that she wants so badly? More of that sweet pleasure wrought by Cellinia's fingers, to which her body reacts so enthusiastically? Mai is pathetically close to the edge, tightening around her lover's ceaseless thrusts, the friction making sweet cries spill easily from her lips now. It's the obvious answer, of course-- but just as likely is her yearning to witness Cellinia make good on these cursed vows. The absolute desperation for it is such that it threatens to make her vision go white, splattered with the dark red of blood, however Cellinia might desire to spill it. What would it take, to kill them all, repay their atrocities, free herself-- and her sister, too-- from their oppressive hold? Could she truly experience it for herself in this life?
Her voice rises in a pitiful whine from these needy pleas, and her nails scrape their way haphazardly down the expanse of Cellinia's back, leaving angry red lines across the ferocious visage of a wolf. They're not deep enough to draw blood, but perhaps they might smart a bit once the adrenaline of their passion abates. But Cellinia can take it, can't she? Her strong and relentless wolf is better than whatever scrapes Mai might ever hope to leave upon her flesh.]
P-Please.
[Oh-- there it is. Fuck, who's the ruined one, now? She never would have imagined that she'd be reduced to this, to begging-- but she's already fallen into this quicksand made of love and death and it's swallowing her whole, filling her lungs and mind and heart with violent delights. Mai desires it as much as she fears it, because she knows that it's not an impossibility. It frightens her to depths she never knew existed, because she doesn't think that she can ever go back to pretending that this 'what if?' is simply a game of make-believe. She truly can have whatever her wicked and broken little heart could desire-- because Cellinia would do anything she asked.]
(their kiss is graceless, a far cry from the manners that they were raised with. the ocean which threatens to drag them down to its endless depths doesn't scare cellinia. what scares her most is how real this feeling is against this ruined and bruised heart that mai wants to keep no matter such cruelties between them. how they're bitter, how they're ruined. who else but them could understand while the ocean dyes itself crimson? the rain that buries them in it, the desert that takes every drop of water given to it like a wonderful gift. a gift in which it was never allowed to have while blooming about twisted greenery. darker vows, darker promises. violence which lies underneath the skin of a wild beast. untamed by those who dared to try, allowing only one person to take from it that precious trust it so rarely gives. a wild beast and a wounded one is always a terrible thing for those that were sane, some might have even tried to change her due to belief they'd fix this poor thing.
they'd think wrong in how this handsome wolf would have melted to her lover's lips amidst the corpses left behind from her rampage on her command. how she'd covered in blood and wild, would have touched her without care for the lifeless and soulless eyes that stared. she'd touch her dearly, make them curse them from whatever fiery fate awaited them as the beautiful and magnificent beast left her claim. her permanent claim in blood, in death and rebirth. nobody could stop her from having this girl. the baser part of her mind, the animal part, demands she does so much as keep her to itself. that nobody should take what was claimed and marked as her own. because that is another thing about wounded beasts, they don't dare to let go of what precious little they may ever have in those bloody hands of theirs.
that power is mai's. if she felt them undeserving, who is cellinia to question that about those monsters she imagined? about cellinia's hands in their dangerous touch, keeping them from daring to ever believe they could keep them apart? she doesn't speak. not for now, not as common sense fades to carnal delights. the violent life she once lived being used to happily rid this world of what shackles that a girl who was used and destroyed far more by whatever wretched monsters were out there had. the ones who thought themselves superior, who rotted everything down to their very core when she hears it.
that note of desperation, her sighs shaky in response into this gracelessly filthy kiss. there is no going back, there is no saving their poor souls which demand one another. cellinia gives this devotion to a girl who has nothing left. an anchor as their minds and hearts play pretend that love had nothing to do with these words, these promises. it's far too late for them to know, to ever understand that love has poisoned them all the same. they'd never be the same as it ruins them more than they could ruin one another. it will tear them apart and remake them, their jagged edges fit perfect together as it grows into twisted vines and thorns. flowers that come from this moment where they speak freely what it is they desire.
(i've been waiting in the dark so long, drifting through these halls. listening for your call....you could turn the lights back on. darling, don't you want me where i belong? the woman's voice begins another song. another familiarity.)
having something she could belong to, cellinia hasn't had that in quite some time. what little she has is hung by a thread. they count as something close, something like family. familial bonds, yet she didn't let them in this fragile heart of hers, what remains of it. all while her worn, rough fingers pump deep into her lover. to give her more of those sweeter delights. she would have lovingly put you back together, mai, letting you be remade into feeling more free than this. sharing her own, perhaps, her own shards as you both leave behind everything. everything fading to blood, fire, and the demise she promises those fools.)
I'll give it to you.
(from how close her lover is, cellinia can tell. the desperation, the desire for that freedom, and how needy she must feel. she'd end them. it wouldn't be anything pretty, nor would there ever be any going back from this line they've crossed. they'd die horribly for the cardinal sin of hurting this girl. this girl who chased a wolf into her den, who scratches pretty red lines against the inked skin of that terrifying wolf's snarl along her back. she'll take it upon her shoulders to grant that freedom she so sweetly deserves. she won't let anyone have mai while shielding her from the rotten remains of this world.
who needs to think too much about more than that? she'd wear those scratches like she'd wear the teeth and bruises decorating her body. even if they did or didn't draw blood, she'd wear them and be unfazed by what pain rises from it. she can handle it, her body has been battered by more than that when those slits in her eyes almost dilate at the plea. it stirs again, the urge to sink her teeth in that pretty neck. to leave a mark that would stake her more permanent claim. that claim, which would not be contested, that this girl is only hers. ah, she wants to. she really, really do....no, her reasonable side has a better idea. though it is mixed with her vows, her own desires against the instincts of a wild beast.
what if she did it after freeing this girl? or even better, what if that is the prize on the table? not only did mai have her chance to keep this wolf forever, but to carry a mark from her? that is the highest of honors, would you like that, mai? at the end of the tunnel waits this girl who would make you forever hers in how she'd tenderly sink her teeth in your neck? this is scary, frightening. there is no doubt about that. they're a pair of ruined girls who were already torn apart by the world. so, who else but someone who knows ruin too well should be the one to give one another everything and the world for the one they want most? cellinia would offer it in blood and desire, in however mai may ever want it. that in itself....is also terrifying.)
[How sinful of them, to delight in the prospect of such cruelties with no one the wiser. It's only these four walls and the slivers of moonlight that bear witness to the crimes these two might dare to commit if forced to the brink of insanity. That's what this is, isn't it? Only those who have lost their minds would dare entertain the thought of obliterating such an enduring pillar of society, no mater how clandestine. This pillar is ruthless, after all, and their influence is seemingly perpetual, unshakable no matter what ill omen would befall them. If the Zen'in had any sense, they would have done away with this terrible girl as soon as they realized that she was worthless-- for here Mai is, having completely lost her mind as she nearly offers herself to a corrupt 'savior' in exchange for her family's demise.
It's insidious, the way that the pleasure springing forth from imagining such a violent fate for them spreads its roots and burrows deep, deep within her very soul. There's no way she would be able to rip them all out, now-- these roots pulse so deliciously with violent ecstasy that she might've feared that some sick addiction was born tonight. An obscene dependency on a euphoria that Mai would hate to find herself chasing, though she already knows that her rotten heart soaks it up like it had been parched for such an indulgence. This heart of hers, so mercilessly ripped to shreds by those who were supposed to cherish her, is being stitched back together oh so lovingly by the twisted promises of a dark wolf that she's desperate to claim for her own, even if Mai is the one who will be the prize, here. It's fine-- she hasn't forgotten, after all, that they both had promised themselves to one another, long before such promises were soaked so thoroughly with blood.
'When I die, don't dig my grave Save me from this empty life 'til our souls are intertwined'
Somewhere beneath Mai's ragged panting and loud, broken whimpers that drench the walls of Cellinia's room, a man's crooning voice sings the fate of these world-weary lovers. Perhaps their souls were intertwined long before today, perhaps every misfortune and every atrocity they had suffered up until now was simply Fate paving the roads of their lives until they would inevitably meet, becoming one. What else could describe the way that the more traitorous, lonelier parts of their hearts call out to each other without words, and answer just the same?
'Only you can change my fate Baby, leave it all behind, bе the reason I survive'
Oh, Cellinia-- you must already have some suspicion that you might be the only path that Mai has to surviving this life. For it's only a matter of time before something snatches her life away, be it disgusting curses or a malicious father who can't wait to clean his hands of such a stain upon his prestige. Would it be worth it to you, beautiful wolf, to change the fate of one deeply cursed girl? Her heart already feels as if it's being contorted just for you, twisting and tightening even more as she endures the breathtaking feeling of those fingers hitting a certain sweet spot inside of her, threatening to send her tumbling into a chasm that she'll never be able to escape from. Her cries become more strained, more desperate, and they quickly drown out the music as she hastens towards her peak courtesy of Cellinia's touch. Having those pretty eyes so close to her this time is what really does it for her, she thinks-- but she's not as strong-willed as Cellinia is, for when Mai finally climaxes, she can't help but squeeze her eyes shut in the overwhelming sensation, letting the stars forming behind her eyelids drown her in their brilliance. God, she doesn't think she's ever come this hard before, with her body wracked by such powerful tremors while she spasms strongly around Cellinia's lovely fingers. It's enough to make her forget that they're not in the privacy of some off-road clearing in the countryside, this time-- that there are people around who might be hearing them enjoy each other so sinfully. Ah, well, hopefully no one is listening too closely... ]
Cellinia...
[Thoroughly spent and still trembling, Mai breathes out her lover's name in a tone replete with adoration. Her vision begins to clear, and she blinks up at Cellinia with eyes that shine with a sweet bliss, the hints of tiny, teary droplets gathering along her lashes. Between heavy, uneven breaths, Mai offers her mouth to Cellinia's in messy kisses. Any tension within her body has melted splendidly, rendering her feeble beneath her wolf's body still pinning her against the mattress. Realizing that she's still gripping harshly at Cellinia's back, Mai relaxes her hands and starts to rub soothingly up and down her spine, letting her aching fingers brush against the base of her lover's tail before trailing up to between her shoulder blades.
Words fail her in this moment. In truth, she'd rather continue sharing kisses with Cellinia than dare try to put her jumbled thoughts into anything coherent. What could she say, after those filthy and vicious promises made to her as she fully surrendered to euphoria? Cellinia declared that it is Mai's own word that would decide if she would give into her beastly nature and tear apart a great number of human lives. Could Mai do it, could she give the order-- even if it was absolutely merited? It was too much to think about in her current state. And, despite this exchange of theirs being far from make-believe at this point, she hopes that Cellinia wouldn't demand an answer from her so soon. Let it settle quietly, becoming another layer of the gorgeously corrupted affection blooming between them... for now.]
(the issue with girls like them is that they would have never known peace. sinful pleasures, darker desires, it didn't matter to them. a pair of girls rejected by this world, this cruelty they indulge in themselves. cellinia doesn't speak any further. their bodies are pressed together while she so sweetly speaks about this desire. this unending urge of violence and a wicked need for what some would surely have been mortified about in the pleasure she gives this girl. hearts like theirs should have been tossed aside and crushed by those who broke them, those who had found themselves too willing to end what little peace that they may or may not have in their horrible lives they lived. what she gives mai is herself, at the end of this they were the prizes of one another while seeking to not let go of what had been that intense need to cling close to the other. that need which hasn’t faded once without realizing in their passions shared, in the way they give in to instinct and crave the other’s body deeply. she has a canvas mai calls perfect, a canvas which she digs those soft and dainty fingers into the back of. nails pressed to skin like marking another spot as hers in how they rake those red lines. the red lines that cellinia wouldn’t be fazed by as part of their affections. she would be the savior of this girl in something so decidedly terrible that many would be attempting to stop these girls from their insanity. claiming that they shouldn’t wish or demand death upon other men and women for their own sins. to that, cellinia would only ignore them and their ignorance. she would end whatever this girl wishes. the nameless monsters she thought about as the wolf gave her pleasure, included.
this pleasure is a violent sort, darker and bloody. ready to drown them in it were they to be so ignorant to pretend that they were in control of it beyond that trust given. what cellinia does is touch her. what she would do is make sweeter love to her when all is said and done, whether covered in their tainted blood or not. they could watch in hell where they belonged alone the sight of their neglected kin being taken by the big bad wolf. this sick addiction of theirs wouldn’t be going away is another thing, not in how receptive they both were to the bloody picture mai would imagine. especially not in how cellinia so kindly provided the picture herself by readily agreeing that she would give this girl the highest honor by allowing her to be the one to decide if they were to die. she isn’t impatient enough to push for death so soon, so fast. as a predatory being, she knows patience. she knows restraint. mai wouldn’t need to worry about the wolf making demands for plans, everything, so soon without her giving a more serious claim on her wish to see those bastards she imagined dead. she promised this girl her heart, she promised her something more than they would dare to give her. that was something akin to love and it’s warmth. her tender touch, her lips barely parting for long from mai’s own in between each kiss. they lack the decorum of refined ladies, but that’s fine for them.
no point in showing it when they’re giving one another something that would make those pitiful ladies in societies both girls were and are a part of appalled and mortified. what good did being that way do for them? it only added to that mess that they weren’t good enough in the eyes of men who desired to own them. to control them like marionettes who didn’t deserve their freedom, their own choices in what they are. what they are capable of while excepted to be more of something they’re not. here, cellinia does not demand it of mai. what she gives her is those breathless kisses with a trail of saliva following in connection between their lips for each brief parting in how messy they’re getting.
(bring me back to life, even if the sun don’t rise, yeah. fill my lungs, feel the blood flowing through my veins.)
it’s better this way, for them. that the sun fades away, that what light they get is from one another. that any warmth is shared in tender affection given. mai’s voice calls out to the wolf beautifully as she watches intently the way her lover cries those broken whimpers and whines. she soothes her with quiet shushes in return, gentle and almost soft in how she murmurs for her that she’s doing good. who knows what awaits them, if what happened in their lives to make them this way would be worth it all. that their traitorous hearts, soul, and bodies had no desire to let go of someone who knew their pain. their suffering, they know in two sides of the same coin with its differences. cellinia in how she came from a life of dirty deeds destroying many men, many women, for the name of family. that family is what would decide their living or dying. no matter how good they were at their work, this “business” that they were all part of comprised of wicked misdeeds and crueler sins than the sweet poetry she whispered to this little red riding hood of hers. this girl she looks at like a goddess, her own goddess she wouldn’t let go of for anything in devotion, with those searing eyes. the amber of them shining in the darkness, highlighted by the moon lighting her bedroom for mai to have all to herself.
(wake me up with your love again.)
but she tells herself again, this isn’t love. this shouldn’t be love. yet why did it feel so close to something they’d never once wished for themselves again after losing it? she did have her thoughts, her feelings. her wishes to not lose this girl if she can help it. cellinia maybe even realized subconsciously, without ever knowing, that their similarities are so strong that she might have even seen mai eventually disappear before her eyes. this curse can be only something cellinia did not care about, this dark wolf who whisks her lover away in what she gives her. she would keep you near, beautiful girl. beautiful goddess. it didn’t matter who tried to stop her, she wouldn’t let go of you. she’d make those who dared to curse her pay for their grave sins in how she were treated when or if that day ever came. she’d change your fate into something more lovely. something more tantalizing than what they intended for her.
mai cries out sharply, those desperate cries and how they strained into lovelier notes than the music is another thing she commits to memory. she watches her while her fingers, no matter their roughness, gives attention to that sweet spot while mai grows louder. her peak reached while the wolf eases her slowly down from it from her relentless rhythm becoming something slower, something softer. if any nosy neighbors grow curious, she’d ignore them, as she’s always done. cellinia wouldn’t tell them what happened in the first place. let them hear it. their sinful wants, their needs which had laid dormant from this fire hot passion they feel. the darker desires of it before cellinia parts their lips again for mai to breathe.
though not before she stares at her wordlessly when she speaks with adoration her name, her free hand cups her lover’s cheek. a gentle caress of it in response of affections they’ve both been giving each other freely. the messy kisses fade to something slow, albeit still messy. the tension in her back eases to mai's hands rubbing into the skin to soothe the marks she left, those scratches which she'd not even mind having. her tail shifts to be closer to her side for the rub of her soft fingers along the base of it. she won't demand mai's answer on her wishes, not any time soon. that promise if it ever comes to fruition would not be tonight or at all during the coming days. only the affections this wolf has for her goddess would be there. her little red riding hood she kisses so sweetly while she comes down from this wave of pleasure.)
[It seems as if the promise of rain upon this lonely desert is beckoning a deluge of blood to join alongside it. There's no escaping the storm that Fate ordains, and if She demands that agony and torment be repaid in blood, then who is Mai to dare stand against a will greater than her own? She had known long ago that it was pointless to challenge destiny-- after all, had she any say in the matter, would she have chosen for her soul and heart to be split in two, leaving them perpetually half-formed and completely reviled? For as long as she's been aware of it, Mai knew she was forever destined to cling to a 'half' that would never truly make her whole. She knew that she was powerless to even try to keep it by her side in her cage, wrought of disappointment and fear. So, if she didn't even have the strength to consider herself complete the way she was, a feat so foreign to her that it's near unfathomable, then she can only accept that her sole choice here is to surrender herself as thoroughly as she can to Fate's whim. She isn't like her sister, thinking herself mighty enough to twist misfortune into glory. And yet, look-- this stupid impulsiveness that is all her own has netted her a golden chance that Maki could only dream of. Fancy that, the delusion borne of one determined half of this fragmented soul might one day be realized in the other, driveless half.
She'll keep it to herself, of course. Mai couldn't possibly tell Cellinia that bringing this clan of monsters to their knees was a fantasy she had heard countless times in her youth. And she couldn't admit to her that she stopped believing it after witnessing, experiencing what those monsters are capable of. Granted, her sister's dream was decidedly less violent than Cellinia's vows, spoken as easily as she breathed-- but what if this dream was always meant to be bathed in blood? A prestigious family tree, painted with strokes of crimson still warm with life. Mai had long since lost faith in Maki, who left her to fend for herself, surely knowing that she would fail. And yet a fragile part of her heart, a piece she believed to be atrophied beyond repair, dares to believe in the pledges of a handsome stranger who has already sunk her teeth into Mai's rotten, half-formed heart. She doesn't belong to the Zen'in anymore, she doesn't belong to Maki, she doesn't even belong to herself. If Cellinia sees her fit to claim as a prize, if she wanted to satisfy a quiet bloodlust with her family as payment, then Mai won't stop her, either. Just as her kin might have always been destined for this bloodied end, Mai was always meant to find her solace in someone who would make her feel cherished and whole. Fate weaves these threads as She sees fit.
And what a curious and wondrous turn of events, that such a foolish, hopeless girl might get to claim quite the magnificent prize for herself in this wolf. This devoted, beautiful wolf who has utterly ruined her, just as she promised that she would. It was always destined, wasn't it, that Cellinia would best Mai so splendidly? Her intense affection wipes clean the fingerprints that anyone else had so carelessly left upon Mai. Any proof of their existence is stamped out in breathless kisses, in those soothing hushes and tender reassurances that set her nerves alight with unfamiliar exhilaration, in the agonizingly sweet way her fingers slow once the waves of pleasure crash hard over Mai's entire body. Whatever cruel taunts and heartless insults anyone has ever buried her in is drowned out by the whispered promises that offer them to an altar of a love that rouses itself from a profound slumber and demands to be sated.
A deep fissure has split Mai's pride in two-- and really, it has happened too often in her life already-- but this time, it's something that she can never again reconcile. Oh, Cellinia. How lucky and unlucky Mai is to have crossed paths with you. In a single night, everything has changed, and it scares her. Does it frighten you, as well, sweet wolf?
'Take my hand, don't let me slip into thin air Bring me back to life'
The way her heart still races, hammering against her ribs and echoing in to Cellinia's chest, it's all the proof the Mai needs that she is alive, alive again. Because she had absolutely died a little death by Cellinia's capable hands, crushed and shattered in ways that put to shame the brute force inflicted upon her by the shadowy monsters. They had broken her and left her to scrounge around in the dark for the pieces, tending to the wounds alone while she tried to build herself back up, never quite getting it right. She had become something far from the innocent and carefree youth who would have devoted her whole life to existing at the bottom, so long as she had the second half of her soul to complete her. They had taken it all away from her, leaving her unrecognizable even to herself. And yet, look how prettily these shards of hers glimmer for Cellinia, after she's ushered her to the top like this. The arduous task of reconstructing herself need not be fulfilled by Mai, this time-- and even if she were to still remain unrecognizable at the end of it, as long as Cellinia would still look upon her with such adoration, then Mai would be all too happy to leave every failed iteration of herself behind.
As her breathing begins to calm down, the last few notes of the song mark its conclusion, leaving them in a brief silence before the next melody begins to fill the void. All the while, the soft sounds of their slow kisses are all that Mai desires to pay attention to, their breaths mingling whenever their lips part for air. In the back of her hazy mind, Mai feels a tingle of amusement at Cellinia's reaction to her touch, and languidly traces her fingers down her spine once more to busy them with the dampened fluff of her tail. Another reminder that she lays with a pretty beast, though one that calls to mind a loyal companion rather than a bloodthirsty predator. The moments that she takes to come down from her high pass by without haste, and everything that brought her to her peak-- satisfying touches and intoxicating promises-- leaves her body humming pleasurably in the aftermath. Their flesh clings together from the sweat of their efforts, and the wet strands of Cellinia's hair spills over her shoulders, a curtain that leaves the sheets beneath Mai even more damp. She doesn't mind all that much, though. When she finally musters up the energy to speak, her voice is slightly rasped and weary from her earlier exclamations.]
I... [A slow, drawn-out sigh. She nuzzles into Cellinia's hand caressing her cheek, and a brief look of wariness crosses her features while she debates whether or not to speak her feelings aloud.] I really like the way you look at me...
[Despite Mai clinging in vain to the last bit of reluctance to admit defeat, her bleary eyes say it all. Cellinia can keep her forever. She already has a part of Mai that she can never retrieve again, a fact that this girl is painfully aware of. Yes, she's thoroughly ruined, tamed and made docile by a beast, of all things! Ah, the absurdity of it all is but another sip of that sweet poison that her tongue is happily, greedily accustomed to. Well done, Cellinia... ]
(eventually, there would be death. the blood, which would mix into the storm. the blooming of this desert into something more is only part of what shall be a possibility. that didn’t need anything more than the offered deliverance, the promises, these vows whispered in reverent devotion. she’d give to her this promised rain. let her become whole. she would offer the pieces of her own soul if it means her lover could ever feel something more than the soul crushing agony they’ve wrought upon her. cellinia doesn’t show hatred, she offers something more than that. something which poisons them further beyond the rot of their hearts, their still beating hearts that have yet to give out despite the agonizing ruin that’s been given to them by the world. by what once was their fate in some ways, a fate which cellinia broke free from by force while charging into the fray. she brought upon her shoulders the destined end of one bloodline. all it took was her finally making the first step. that step had been done with the singular push of a father deciding that he had enough. the rest? the rest was only justice. justice given, justice demanded. revenge was something most would dream about, but never take themselves while waiting for the day that they may have it. be it in blood, or this rotten and slow death offered by the world. sometimes, it didn’t even go the way they want and would end with the other party better off than ever. but there was nothing that could be done about the world, and it’s infuriating desire to reward those who do not deserve that by giving them more in life. more than the person wronged could ever have. this is no opportunity that mai’s dear sister could have ever had at her fingertips. this is a chance solely for the one girl who flirted on a whim with her. with a wolf that decided she wanted to keep her to herself, if she could ever help that.
this clan of nameless monsters could only be given their swift end in fire. they’d burn away that same way that she ended her own bloodline. the sight of them fading to the unexpected, a dark and handsome stranger offering more than they’d ever imagine. that faith can be placed in her to end it all as wished. to give her that desire for revenge that waits within her heart that her own blood had been unable to fulfill by hopelessly chasing what she thought best to change the clan for the sake of her sister. her teeth sinks deep in that rot and poison from what remains of mai’s heart. she would give this girl what vows they’d all never have offered themselves. this sinful dream of bloody death and crimson which fades to the touch of one being that would show them no mercy. she gives her a mercy in her kiss, in hands which had seen so much death that touches her like a finer treasure than she’s had in her own miserable life. who else but them may ever understand and know that vows should not be given lightly, that they’d give them to the one they desired most. the rest would never know those things they whisper, the mercies on their tongues while they drown in poison and ruin mutually shared between their mouths. their hearts that never had felt this alive in quite some time between what had been a whim started between them.
the slow thrust and strokes of those worn fingers ease her lover down from this high, the brush of them deep and tender in their movements. this beautiful wolf. this darling wolf that mai demands in her own want as her own prize, gives to her on this altar they make of her bed. her bed which is covered in soggy sheets, the remaining droplets dripping down from hair and tail while that curtain of long black and red hair settles around mai and cellinia’s face. tender affections are given, the brush of fingertips against her lover’s cheek with each sweet caress of it. this bed has become in general her altar, an altar of offerings made up of love and all the things that they never had from their lives. her mouth whispering sweet words while mai’s head knits itself together in tenderly soft brushes of their lips.
it frightens her, it truly does, darling little red riding hood. that she can feel this way. that she could offer that demise so readily, so naturally. the altar of love and lust, devoted whispers into wishes she would grant by the word of her lover when she pleases. she feels it, afraid of what it means. that fear which would always be there between them mixed into their darker thoughts, their darker feelings that couldn’t fade themselves with ease. do you also think it fitting, mai? that a wolf could find it in herself to know too well all the things that were best kept hidden away while you pretended to function, to live? a twist of fortune, in both luck and not so lucky. everything is different in the way they pushed forward through the lines that blurred in the sand the moment that the wolf accepted seeing her.
anyone who got in the way would only learn, she doesn’t share. she won’t share. not this girl that she touched with merciful tenderness. with a softness that could only be found from wounded beasts. keeping close what precious little they have is only part of their needs, in how they would snap their jaws on those daring enough to believe they can rip away the one who made them whole again. how swift she’d end them, making them bleed while protecting this girl in her den as the beast that she is. there was no changing that, a beast is a beast. wild, threatening, and all too willing to kill those that touched what they claimed as being theirs. they never learn. not at any time while the wolf would never stop how she looks at her, those devoted and searing eyes. the amber of them glimmering for her in this dimly lit room in soft, tender, devotion fed to a starved goddess.
they’re alive. mai, even is alive. at her touch, at the feeling of their hearts thrumming together in sync out of their chests. the music changes, and she’s not paying it any attention, her lips are against mai’s own. when she rebuilds herself, cellinia won’t ever look away from her. together they’d be there. together. with that devotion she readily gives her, that worship and adoration of mai that never faded away once in this love they know not that they offer one another from their twisted perception of it. their understanding of one another down to what remains of their mangled souls, their ruined hearts. what remains shall be rebuilt, they can do that much while willing away those wretched monsters that dared to believe they could taint her dear goddess again.
her breathing eases, but the kisses retain their slow and tender affection. the soft mix of their breaths while cellinia strokes mai’s cheek. her eyes, half closed and melting into it. the pretty beast becoming a loyal wolf, protective and willing to keep her safe in whatever way that it can. as well as receptive, funnily enough, to affections given when her damp tail would have wrapped itself around mai if not for how they’re positioned. like another safe anchor to their world that they gradually make into a new reality. as frightening as it is. their bodies fit together perfect as ever, covered in sweat from heated efforts and both mixed with soft and rough skin. inked and not inked while cellinia looks at her lover. she’s patient, not rushing her to speak, either. earlier was a lot, wasn’t it? even her second wind is wearing off as tiredness gnaws at her mind.)
....I doubt I could ever stop looking at you like this.
(she'll admit it, fine. they both would not be speaking of this to any other poor souls. no need. she doubts she could ever want to belong to anyone else, well done yourself, mai. this beast might still be wild, but she is all yours to hold. to keep the missing pieces of while cherishing her the way that only two broken and greedy souls could in offered poisonous affections that taste so divine.)
[If revenge shall be the blade that Mai would forge, then let Cellinia be the knight who wields it in her stead. Let the danger of this gallant wolf's pedigree, the same danger she had dared to vanquish with her own two hands, act as the shadow that swallows these monsters alive. In the end, the idea of justice was always such a twisted thing— those who boasted the most power would always be the arbiters of where those scales should tip. For far too long, the monsters have gorged themselves on the pride afforded by that power, becoming bloated with ruthlessness under the guise of honor. True justice will come for them all, won't it? Not a single soul will be left untouched by it, not even her own, nor Cellinia's. Perhaps even this dark vow of theirs is but another perversion of justice, a price negotiated too effortlessly for the gravity of their 'justice' to be felt in its entirety. Would mercy be given to these sinful girls after they've manipulated the scales to tip in their own favor?
In the end, Mai will contend with the possibility of having to pay a price all her own for this promise exchanged between them. Even if it this path is decreed by Fate, it doesn't mean that someone like her merits the sacrifice of numerous lives, one prestigious cage traded for the den of a beast who would wish to keep her all the same. Not even Cellinia might be able to stand against Fate when Mai is marked for her role in this sin. But when that day comes— if it ever does— then Mai can steel herself for this reckoning. Of course, she'll greedily hoard every bit of affection that she is able to until then, and wear it like a brilliant mantle, one very unworthy girl made into a goddess by a single, devoted worshipper. Perhaps she might even be able to plead with Fate to spare her beautiful wolf and lay their sins solely upon Mai's shoulders. What a thought— that she would ever have the fortitude to make such a declaration. Ah, Cellinia's romantic tendencies are leaving their influences upon Mai, aren't they?
Their heartbeats have fallen into a welcome rhythm, the pulsing of one becoming the complimentary echo of the other. They inhale each other, exhale each other deeply, kiss as if they have all the time in the world. Their lips meet, part, and meet again as if these kisses are infinite, borne of a sweetness far beyond them, though a sweetness that is generous enough to give these lovers a taste for the night. Such a magnificent altar they have made of this bed, and of one another's bodies. Mai dares to let one of her hands drift between her legs where Cellinia's fingers have slowed into the most tender of movements, slowed to almost a halt. She cups her palm over her lover's hand there, and quietly marvels at how they're one this way. It's as if her body was made for every testament of Cellinia's devotion that she had bestowed upon Mai thus far. At the wolf's ever-endearing admission, Mai laughs softly and brings her other hand to rub those fluffy ears with an open fondness.]
You're seriously gonna rot me with all of those sweet words, Cellinia.
[There's hardly any bite or even soft mockery in her words. Mai is sweetly agreeable from the exhaustion after such a pleasurable evening, and the soft kiss she presses to Cellinia's cheek conveys as much. The loyalty glowing richly in her lover's eyes, anchoring Mai all the more steadfastly to her side, even brings a genuine smile to the girl's lips. Despite the fears that each of them may carry at the prospect of their budding, dark devotion to one another, Mai indeed finds it all too fitting that Cellinia can recognize the parts of her that are so tired of pretending, tired of struggling, the parts of her that want to be loved, even if it's to the point of being spoiled by this love.]
But it's fine— I think I get it, now. You really like your girls rotten.
[There really is no flavor quite like it, is there? The taste of something that once bore such promise, only to be left forgotten in the dark, untouched by everything save for the passage of time. Attractive flesh could only take one so far, when the spirit beneath was so thoroughly spoiled. Anyone else would recoil at the sight of such pretty decay, treading around or even upon it in favor of reaching to pluck something pure and pristine, instead. Mai was used to it, being overlooked for something better, something with more potential. Whatever sections of her still palatable were devoured secretly, while those same lips would denounce her rottenness to the world. Where was the lie, and where was the truth? She had long stopped asking, and accepted that she was unsalvageable. Yet Cellinia doesn't balk at the taste, and can't seem to get her fill of this peculiar flavor upon her tongue— decay and loneliness. She must recognize it, something nostalgic found in the taste of their kisses. Only someone who has lived such a loneliness herself would seek it out again and again. From the small peeks of her solitary life that she's been given, Mai can tell that solitude had never ceased its possessive embrace of Cellinia, even if its arms wrap themselves around her less oppressively, these days.
Those beloved eyes that watch her wear the beginnings of a fatigue that mirrors Mai's own. The satisfaction, the protection that steeps in their amber depths is splendid, putting to rest whatever troubles dance on the periphery of Mai's tired mind. If not for the discomfort that waking up upon cold sheets would give her later, she wouldn't have protested dozing off right here where she lay. That little quip of hers comes around to taunt her— no sleeping over on the first date. Well, it's not as if this bed is in any state for proper sleeping after they've soaked it like this, is it now? She hasn't the motivation to fix up any linens in her state, but fortunately this isn't the only space where she might rest her head. Besides, is there much harm if she simply closes her eyes for fifteen minutes, an hour? Cellinia should have no problem making room on that couch of hers for both of them, and Mai can't imagine anything she'd enjoy more than to feel her arms around her while she dozes off. How many years have passed since she had last fallen asleep to such a comfort? How long has it been since the worries and the terrible dreams were kept at bay by something as simple as a protective embrace?
She can't guarantee that this vow between them is not merely an illusion, a spell that breaks with the coming of the dawn. But she doesn't think she can bring herself to stay awake long enough to see if this illusion disappears with her own eyes. If, in the end, she finds that she's lived a brief dream and that the wolf within her arms intends to drench her fangs in Mai's blood for a meal, then would she be troubled so terribly? The answer to that is foggy, layered, and hardly compelling. Besides, it's an answer that she would rather not even entertain, for she can feel it-- in the depths of her half-formed heart, she knows that she's something precious to Cellinia, a treasure that a beast might have wished for in her long, dark nights without repose.
She would be happier to wake and find that her wolf still adores her— would still kill for her— and then decide where the convoluted path drawn up by Fate will lead her, next.]
(justice is always fickle, in even the way that those who wish most for it could find themselves losing sight of what’s important to their hearts. their everything. not many would dare to surrender themselves for the sake of their vengeance, but there are always some who have decided that their lives are nothing in comparison to what once had been their halcyon days spent in joy and innocence. this family cares not for their flesh and blood, it despises love, and even wishes to tear apart those who saw fit to be born if they go against the mold. their “perfect” lineage. if asked, cellinia would end them. justice, revenge, it mattered little. the words were only used as excuses to most who knew nothing about the misery that those who were crushed by the weight of the world had faced. those who stay kind, stay soft in the face of it, cellinia has almost envied them. it takes a different strength to manage that against the odds, but even that falls apart at some point whenever everything becomes too much for their poor hearts. she’s grown up seeing it, she’s lived through it. a silver wolf who went from innocence to pointing a blade at her throat in desire to fight, a constant dance and it’s movements full of violent urges. the urges of a girl that wished to die, begging for that sole light in her life to be the one to end her life. to end what has been her own pain with her own two hands while claiming they’re the same. but this girl, this dark and handsome wolf who masquerades as something tamed, often tells herself that they are not the same, not in their ways they handle their pain. not in how they carry themselves while one lost herself to despair and the other almost became an emptier shell of a girl in the face of it.
this country they both were tied to by blood only served to destroy those unfortunate enough to share lineages from the fatherland who found it impossible to live the lives that those who were normal should be. is it really a sin to take matters into their own hands from a desire sparked by demanding their due? if someone had to pay a price in their promises whispered under the moonlight, their darker vows of offering blood in exchange for freedom while embracing one another tenderly in lust and in what they deny as love, then she would sooner not allow herself redemption than be without her, she would take those sins of her own while fading to the flames in a passionate kiss. because there is no denying it, this is how she is. this is how she’s always been with her utter refusal to dare let go of something despite herself. a contradiction in her methodology while claiming that she’s fine the way that she is when it’s proven tonight that she’s felt the same. she would fall to the sword, the fire, whatever it shall be that day it comes with a desire to never once be parted from her lover after finding that missing part of herself. the side of herself that had never resurfaced ever since those days spent in innocent youth which faded to that bloodshed which awaited her as she grew older. with swords in hand, she went forward. but that’s the other problem, one can only take so much blood before they fall apart. for this she offers herself, despite knowing it and her own heart that mai can feel the beat of would desire peace for them both if it can be helped. that it may never reach that point of justice, revenge, needing to be given out to others once again by her and her merciless hands with mai watching how frightening this wolf truly is.
their hearts are in sync, a steady pace as they ease from the excitement of their lust and adoration. the kisses are slow, idle, taken without care to think about the world outside with each brush of their lips. from how they breathe in one another slowly, their hands had done plenty in worship (for mai) and soft ruinous pleasure (for cellinia) while none were the wiser about what a pair of girls like them had done. this altar made up of her bed is where they start anew as the shattered pieces from glass and being torn apart mends together. bonding them down to their hearts, what remains of them. cellinia’s hand pauses, the one between mai’s legs does when her palm rests over the more calloused hand. she would have reached to grab it, but her fingers are a mess with her lover’s arousal. in a sense, it is like they’re one. they are. even with something as simple as cellinia’s skilled and battle-worn fingers coaxing those lovelier notes from her goddesses voice. her ears twitch at the fond brushes of mai’s fingertips against the fluff of them, soft as ever in how they ease down and melt to the affection offered to them.
rot her, is she? it’s more than that. these sweet words, they’re so pretty in how she whispers them. how she speaks them like poetry in the violence and the innocence. the lack of mockery wasn’t lost on the wolf, she’s more amused with herself. loyal eyes, so reverent in their desire and devotions. they glow in both the dark and in how they give her such delights. whether it’s their darker and worrisome thoughts or not. spoiling her with love that she never had, unfazed by the taste of loneliness and agony. the decay of long time suffering as they strip away from this girl everything she once had. bringing anew life into her as they say goodbye to what once was their days apart. fate meant little to her after her own prolonged years of suffering, but that wouldn’t stop her from going against it once again in how cellinia would stand in the fiery depths to not let mai burn alone. they both know, heaven has no place for girls like them who would make devils shiver from the sheer anguish they’ve gone through. it doesn’t stop her from blushing at the kiss to her cheek, although faintly.
she isn’t wrong, though. not about cellinia’s preferences, she did prefer girls like her. not because they’re rotten, but because she can connect with them too well. too easily. such as now with them finding out that what was a hookup felt further from true in the way they both were receptive to everything. from gentler touches of their bodies to this affection they hadn’t had as their own. if ever, truly. love starved hearts tend to demand more. want more, because they don’t always have this sweetness. the sweetness of adoration and those warm feelings that had been ripped away from their lives so easily. there was no purity in them, not beyond this warm feeling they give one another. beyond the way they remake themselves slowly with pieces shared between them.)
It’s that obvious?
(she murmurs it, pulling her hand slowly out from between mai’s legs with an apologetic glance. more for the fact it would feel empty without her touch than how long her hand was there, but she’s known this loneliness too well. just like mai. it might not ever loosen that oppressive grip it has upon her shoulders, not fully, but she allows this goddess who touched that solitude with her own to be close in the garden of thorns that would also bloom one day into something viciously beautiful between them. this taste of mai’s remains the sweetest she would ever have on her lips, the kind she savors while she licks clean her fingers. a little languid, tired, and considering to herself what to do. mai seems tired, more than anything. but that’s understandable, cellinia is much more active and sex itself can be demanding on a body from the physical aspect. didn’t matter who was doing what, both ends could come out tired and eventually sore. while mai dozes off cellinia, reluctantly, shifts to get out of bed. if only because she knows they couldn’t sleep there in soggy sheets that were filthy from their mutual arousal and shower gone terribly wrong.
she’s apologetic in her murmurs for their warmth being separated, but cellinia did take her into her arms. almost like a princess, a bride, in how she carries her out of the bedroom. the intended destination was the couch. purely because she’s not in the mood to change sheets from how tired she feels, the linens can wait until the morning when she sets her lover to lay down on the soft sofa first. there were pillows waiting and ready when her wolf takes hold of the blanket left at the end of it and moves to join her. all while covering them both in it, that way they can stay together more.
and that way, her arms fit around mai perfectly for more comfort. by the time they awaken, it likely won’t be any time early in the morning. those eyes won’t lose their reverence, their loyal devotion, either. her fondness is real, so is the feelings in her heart. that won’t fade away. not even as cellinia comfortably starts to doze off while hoping quietly to herself this isn’t another dream of her own. a terrible dream where she had something sweeter for once only for it to be ripped away.
she hopes, that when they awaken, that they can be free for a little longer. from all that shackles them, from everything.)
[Outside of their simmering promises of bloodshed and devotion, it would seem that the hearts of these two lovers are splendidly painted with the affectionate hues of two souls who have found their missing pieces in an unlikely stranger. Though, after sharing their bodies as well as the hints of a darker desire, they're far less strangers, now, aren't they? For the moment, Mai and Cellinia are a cobbled-together image of a pathetic princess and her disgraced knight. One day, perhaps, they might make this lovely picture something more honest, more brilliant and true. Nevertheless, it will never be something pure, for these two are far too tainted and rotten to ever taste the virtue they had lost ever again. But it doesn't seem to bother either one of them too terribly— the flavor of innocence is a rather bland one, and the dangerous love that poisons them sparks them to life wonderfully from the exhilarating spice of it.
'It's that obvious?' Cellinia dares to ask, and Mai stifles a snicker as she kisses her cheek again, secretly admiring her enjoyment of the little gesture— the faint blush that graces her face is not lost on Mai. Of course it's obvious, as it should have been the moment they dared cross a line out of sheer boredom. How were they to know that their broken edges would fall into place so surprisingly well? Surely, boredom was merely a veneer to cloak something deeper, something lonelier that would have always compelled them to have acted a bit recklessly. If not one another, it might have been anyone else, no? Certainly something quick, forgettable, just enough to stave away the terrors that loom behind them but for a single evening— as it ought to have been tonight. Yet how often had they met anyone willing to endure their thorns long enough to taste the nectar of their harshly-begotten blooms? Perhaps they both half-recognized the lonesomeness in their cheeky interaction, daring to stare it down until it revealed itself to be the same, sad decay that was feeding upon them both.
But Cellinia had asked, besought Mai to haunt her long after this rendezvous of theirs finishes, vowing to do the same. The deed is already done, the vow fulfilled without fanfare. They've woven themselves into one another's essences from the pleasure wrought tonight, the swell of ecstasy they surrendered themselves to. Suffocated beautifully by these little deaths, the two of them have become the ghosts they were always meant to be— and by each other's daring hands, not those of the devils who sired them. A deep breath passes Mai's lips when Cellinia withdraws herself, only for a sharp inhale to take its place when she watches her lover lap the sticky arousal coating her fingers from a job well done. The spectacle of it is curious, fascinating in a way that makes Mai want to tease her for it, but the words fail to surface. Instead, she softly chews at the inside of her lip while she stares, wondering to herself if this big bad wolf will ever find herself satisfied after devouring this girl she has charmed into her den.
In spite of the fatigue weighing all the more heavily, Mai is awake enough to appreciate her pretty wolf scooping her up so nobly and whisking her away from the discomfort of the ruined bed sheets. She snakes her arms around Cellinia's neck and buries her face in her shoulder, laughing softly at the gallantry of the act. Her lover's hands fit securely, perfectly around her torso and behind her knees, and she feels like something properly treasured as they bid farewell to the bedroom.
Compared to the bed, or any bed, the couch is acceptable at best. At the very least, it's dry and already half made-up to imitate a suitable sleeping spot, with the pillows and blanket scattered across the cushions. Mai loosens her hold enough for Cellinia to set her down gently, and through lidded eyes she watches her silhouette drift briefly towards the end of the sofa to retrieve the blanket to spread over the two of them once she finds her place beside her. They don't exchange words, not bidding one another a good night or the hope for sweet dreams, but Mai tilts her head up for one last sleepy kiss, wanting to taste Cellinia— taste a bit of herself upon Cellinia's tongue— before wrapping her arms around her waist, tangling their legs together, and nuzzling her face against her neck while her eyes finally drag shut for good. Thanks to their long, enthusiastic day spent with one another, sleep comes swiftly and easily enough. The security of Cellinia's arms and the quiet heartbeat beneath her warmth no doubt facilitate the descent into dreamless slumber.
There's only one instance when Mai stirs, and it is at dawn's beginning, when the blue-gray light of early morning filters in through the spaces in the living room windows. She can't be sure of exactly what rouses her, but in her groggy state, she almost imagines herself to be back at her family's estate for a moment— safe and warm and loved, a long-forgotten feeling that somehow envelops her again, but in a way that's far different from those days marked by youth's innocence. She blinks slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, and the realization of where she is settles upon her in a manner that wakes her just a bit further. Instead of the remnants of incense mingling with cypress growing around the manor, the faint notes of tobacco and cologne greet her in their place. And instead of a big sister who turns away at some point in the night, forcing space between them, Mai is still wrapped in the embrace of a sleeping wolf's inked limbs, a beautiful lover ceaselessly protecting her throughout the night.
She shifts just enough to look upon Cellinia's sleeping face for several moments. Mai watches her breathe in and out, lets her eyes take in the strange serenity of her visage, the occasional fluttering of her eyelashes against her cheeks, her brow furrowing periodically as well. Their lips are close enough that their breaths mingle, and Mai feels a desire to touch her in some manner, push the errant strands of hair from her face, anything— but she decides against it, not wishing to wake her, already worried that her quickly beating heart is loud enough to do the job. So, she shifts back ever so slightly, returning to her original place cuddled against Cellinia's chest, listening to her rhythmic heartbeat as she waits for sleep to claim her again. She remembers, though, the echos of the dark vows they had exchanged, and they tumble over and over in her mind. It makes her feel something, a strange tightening in her chest, but she's still sleepy enough for it to remain dulled, less urgent, and eventually her eyes close for another bout of sleep in spite of this feeling.
By the time Mai truly awakens, it's past noon already, and in her half-asleep state, she hears the familiar pinging of her phone receiving messages, the sound faint from wherever she left it along with her revolver. Eyes still shut, she grumbles softly and doesn't bother hurrying to rise from her comfortable position.]
(pathetic princess, disgraced knight. she would have agreed with that. as a knight, she never felt like she were worth that imagery. not how she carries promises of swift death on her shoulders, at her hands. a death which would cost them plenty, as this beautiful and handsome girl carves apart those willing to stand in their way. in the way of them, their hearts which weeps at the idea that they could be separated. cellinia wouldn’t allow that. not as long as she breathes. she is a knight in name, but she would never be a perfect knight. not for anyone more than this princess that longs to hold a beastly thing like her as hers. innocence was never for them. what taste of it falls flat in comparison to the ones they coated their tongues with of one another. cellinia who would even sooner devour more of her lover if allowed to as part of her nature as a beast. what she offers is those dangerous desires, love which would one day end in mutual demise for them as a possibility. perhaps not even that, but them becoming something more than girls who were full of loathing for their suffering. now there’s a frightening thought, that they’d be able to change. if ever. what a dream that would be were it possible, cellinia thinks nothing about it. nothing more. this poisonous love of danger, of affections so rarely offered to them.
it was obvious. she doesn’t seek the innocent touches of another girl, she seeks the lips of a girl who was ruined. ruined, torn apart by everything, by anything. they called it boredom, but there was something more than that in their flirtations. it wasn’t only excitement, loneliness is a terrible thing. terrible and nothing that the wolf would dare to admit to feeling to herself. much less to any others, because she does not wish to. vulnerability is a weakness that would end her. doing that with saying the truth would only poison and destroy her faster, but she finds it harder not to blush slightly more at mai’s lips against her cheek again. for it to not ease as much as she’d have liked normally. though who was she kidding? it didn’t matter. mai recognizes the loneliness in her, sees it so clearly without realizing. all while cellinia can see it in her, too. the decay of it, the way it ended them in a way. how it tears them to pieces for only trying to live in this terrible world they both were part of. this world which she would protect her in if that’s what her love wanted most of a beast who fancies herself a knight. a knight for a goddess she reveres and worships in tongues and lips. in touch that goes beyond what one would deem normal. her words giving sweet ruin in their whispers, the whispers of a girl that promises damnation and desires it while dreaming about more than that.
she asked to be haunted, she wished to be. she wishes most to haunt her all the same for what else can she do? an ever demanding urge remains, an urge that’d never go away in that desire to see glimpses of this little red riding hood. glimpses that would never go away, not until she sees her again. until she finds her again and takes her into her arms where she belongs in this embrace against the cruel world. sweet ecstasy which they would fight tooth and nail to keep close to their ruined hearts. they found it, they found what is the missing pieces of themselves in a stranger. greed, lust, and adoration above everything that once defined them as they break apart in this little world they’re forging together. nobody will take this away. not as long as they breathe. who dares to believe they can when mai has a perfectly capable beast that can play at knight for her as she pleases? yet it wouldn’t be enough, she’d want more of her. more of her taste and more of her body. more than anyone would have dared to give her if they were sane.
but they aren’t sane, no sane girl allows herself to be charmed to lay with a beast. not even one like this woman. not even her, who cradled mai so sweetly in her arms before laying her down on the couch. her, who sleepily kissed her lover in return then nuzzled her chin into her crown. a treasure, a goddess, and her little red riding hood. she may not admit to love nor accept that it was love, but she would not allow her to escape from her grasp. this girl would chase her to the ends of the earth if she was able whenever she stops telling herself that she wouldn’t have deserved this on her best days. that’s a cruel lie to herself. she deserves it, she needs it. they both do. this peace it brings her while her heart eases, her eyes drift closed when mai buries herself against her body like a protective shield.
from the world, from everything while those monochrome inked arms hold her. when mai wakes first, cellinia was in a deep sleep. her breathing gentle, a near kiss from their closeness while mai marvels at her and how at ease she looks. she didn’t move, she only clings nearer herself like fending off nightmares of her own. she likely was in the twitch of her brow. must have been forcing them away while that fluffy tail of hers rests over mai’s side. another part wrapped around her protectively. it’s only when it gets closer to noon that the wolf feels sleep tugging itself away from her. a push for her to wake up. her eyes stay shut in refusal, despite hearing the faint ping of a cellphone. that awakens her first almost. though she’s pretending she doesn’t hear the sound of it. not that reality is calling them back to it. cellinia’s own was quiet outside a singular ping. a text asking if she intended to come in given the time. they were used to her showing later as part of her own unusual sleeping patterns. wolves are more active at night, anyway.
one of them needed to open their eyes, but it’s comfortable. sleepily, she kisses along her lover’s crown, her hand rubbing idly into her back. the roughness of it a contrast against the soft skin. even cellinia is too comfortable, a struggle on if she wants to bother rising from this warmth that her mind fixates on. this warmth that it’s been demanding more of like it’s starving. the urge which wants more of everything. from the darker vows they promised to their sweet murmurs of near love and desire.
she doesn’t want to end this dream so soon, this dream that calls out to reality again. they did need to return to it for now, until they might dream again. cellinia says nothing, not even as her groggy mind knits itself together slowly. their long day spent indulging sinful love and desire had taken plenty out of her, too. just enough that when her eyes come half open that they near want to shut again.
though it does little to stop her, not from the sleepy kiss she takes of her lover’s lips. not even from how they ignore texts being sent to her. concern maybe, cellinia doesn’t focus on it or dwell too much. she only is satisfying a craving to kiss her more. maybe awake, maybe to drift back off a little longer. who knows? they deserve this too, don’t they? for the world to leave them alone a little longer before it’s back to those dreary days of misery, until they may see one another again and more than that. the thought makes her heart tighten against her chest too, an ache as it’s squeezes at the idea of separation that the wolf ignores by telling herself she’ll manage. that she’d find her again if she can help it.)
[Even now, the way that they hold onto one another betrays the quiet worry that they will have to surrender one another under the light of this new day. This princess' handsome knight can't possibly protect her from everything, especially when they were never actually meant to belong to one another in such a way. After all, for Mai, the guards that would 'defend' her are the old ways, the strict traditions that yank her away from grazing her fingers against any manner of happiness afforded to those who exist in the normal world. And she's no fool— she's well aware that, even if Cellinia is quite the oddity around these parts, her pretty wolf belongs more to this world than she could ever hope to. Such a curious world where tender affection is more than possible, where two lovers can spend a lazy afternoon basking in the sweetness that they cultivate together with kisses and touches. No, this world doesn't belong to her, but as long as she remains sequestered in this wolf's den, she can cling to the beautiful idea of it, pretending that what she holds really does belong to her, and her alone.
Alas, reality beckons to them clearly, slicing into their peaceful reverie, and neither girl is all too keen on untangling themselves from the warmth that had comfortably enveloped them during the slumbering hours of this first night passed together. It is only when this lovely dream comes to its natural conclusion that either of them can realize that they truly needed this respite from the usual gloom and depthless solitude. From a quiet selfishness, they might even go so far as to say that they deserve it, if those dark promises whispered to one another were any indicator of the torment that still plagues their lonesome hearts. How funny, the way that they would consider themselves greedy for yearning for something as simple as a salve for the ruined and scarred parts of their spirits. But for them, the prospect of love was certainly something that a virtuous heart might turn to greed over, no? Unfortunately for the world they shall return to in time, neither Mai nor Cellinia bear a heart clean of sin. The love that festers in their irreparable wounds has only grown into a more fatal poison— and yet there's nothing that compares to the dulcet taste of it after a sleep more restful than either has experienced in recent years.
Within her arms, Mai feels Cellinia shift as she awakens, and braces herself for the inevitable departure— peeling herself from Mai's embrace, getting up to start the day, leaving her colder and alone beneath the covers. Why would it be any different from what she's accustomed to? Mai has always held on too strongly, and for too long. Of course it would suffocate anyone whose heart wasn't as starved as her own. Even in her groggy state, though, she finds herself surprised at Cellinia's refusal to adhere to that time-proven script. Instead, she soothes Mai with a slow hand rubbing her back, and eases her into the waking world with adoring kisses pressed to the top of her head. A quiet hum rumbles in Mai's throat, a sign of how much she favors waking up to this manner of gentleness instead of whatever her heart was readying itself for, and she lazily brushes her lips against her lover's collar in a simple show of her appreciation.
This time, it's Mai's turn to shift, and she tilts her head up to take in the sight of a still-sleepy Cellinia. Beautiful, she immediately concludes, taken in by those lidded amber eyes that convey an unwillingness to do anything else but remain here with her, holding her closely. They behold one another for a few quiet moments before Cellinia dips her head to capture Mai's lips in a soft kiss. Mai graciously accepts, loosening one of her arms from around her waist so that she may cup her jaw, keeping her near for more of these slow and sleepy kisses that she secretly wishes she could indulge in at the start of every day. Just as they begin to deepen in their intensity, the obvious sound of a phone notification punctures the swelling affection and Mai draws back slightly with a click of her tongue.]
…Told you there'd be people wondering where I went.
[Yet the way she mutters this little remark against Cellinia's lips is devoid of the anxious anger from last night— the ones looking for her this time aren't the menacing shadows who would rip Cellinia from her without an ounce of mercy. From the slew of pings back-to-back, Mai can already tell that the sender is her very concerned senior, whose nosiness is merely borne out of a genuine love and concern for Mai and her moodiness. What would she tell Momo, about any of this? Very little concerning the truth would make sense to her, or to anyone, really. It troubles her a bit, how it's almost been an entire day since she traipsed off from the school grounds, and Mai still hasn't come up with a reasonable excuse for her disappearance. With the hours passing slowly into the afternoon, she wrestles with the fact that her vault of excuses that her friends might believe are dwindling. Mai won't even entertain the idea of that dolt Todo somehow catching wind of her little escapade— after practically harassing Cellinia after running into her around campus, he would never be able to keep his big mouth shut, and she knows how close he is to some of the Tokyo students. The last thing she needs is word getting back to her sister, of all people…
An obviously annoyed huff passes her lips, but Mai doesn't budge from her position, making no indication that she wants to entertain her friends or any of these bothersome thoughts threatening an otherwise delectable afternoon (or 'morning,' in her still-lethargic mind). For now, any real worry that might paralyze her has dissipated with the departure of the night, and the lesser troubles in the form of her fellow students can be easily shooed away in favor of enjoying what is right in front of her— more precious time with her beautiful wolf, for who knows how much longer they have with one another today? So, she resumes their kisses, pressing her body a bit more closely against Cellinia's, uncaring if she is able to hear how easily her heart quickens just from kisses alone.]
(reality is a cruel thing, isn’t it? so is the idea of letting go, cellinia’s hands are in no rush to unravel around mai. her legs aren’t, either, from when mai tangled them together as they dozed. this disgraced knight could try and protect her, but they both know not everything can be saved by a knight. not even a knight in all her sinful disgrace whilst they carry on. their affections given in the quiet, this afternoon that they awakened together on. cellinia shows this beautiful goddess, this little red riding hood, and princess a world she could have. a world offered against the odds this bigger taste of. an invitation. though they do not know this, not yet. the wolf invites her to have her love, her more than that if she sought to stay in this world. the world where cellinia comes from these days, that isn’t the pain she once suffered or the agony that came from living and growing more tired. her tiredness of her original world was such a prominent thing that it’s a miracle she even is functional. but they may do more than play make believe one day. about what it is they’re after while together, pretty wolf could only stare at her lover’s expression. tired eyes which struggle to stay open memorizing her every twitch of expression as reality disrupts their peacefulness. mai didn’t seem to want to get up herself, something that the wolf can understand from her own reluctance at the idea that they’d have to get out of their figurative bed at some point. not now. a little longer, that’s all she wants. a little bit longer where this warmth remains between them. where they go off the script both girls are used to by pretending it never existed in their lives. that script could be dealt with another time.
maybe it’s selfish of them, to say they deserve it. this quiet moment between them. this everything as the rain begins to bloom greenery in their garden of thorns, the desert which surrounds one and the bottomless ocean of the other. their bodies only an offering that belongs to one another. of dark promises, vows, and all the words they whisper to one another. their wounds may never mend, their agony as this salve eases the pains they’ve suffered would not go away so easily itself. the festering of it could only grow more as their vicious garden blooms and as the water drags them under in the desert of the other. who needed to be absolved, redeemed of their sins? they didn’t. they never did when the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she likes this. waking up to mai, how she didn’t want to let go whenever it’s apparent that they would need to get up. reality is something she’s ignoring by choice to look at her. with sleep gnawing at her mind, cellinia doesn’t look away from how mai braced herself in expectation for her to separate. did someone hurt her by doing that? it seems the wolf is an outlier in another sense, another way in her staying in place. their tangled limbs hardly fazing her, with tender affections being used instead to awaken her slowly.
that lazy brush of her lips to her collar was appreciated, in how she hums lowly. sleep thick in her voice, their hearts are too similar. starved heavily, enough to suffocate. any poor souls that got near them would learn this and leave, pretend they didn’t know while leaving them in their agony. a gentle touch is what’s given, the sight of cellinia with half lidded eyes and affection from each rub of her battle-worn fingers into her lovers back. they rub into the skin slowly, small circles and idle in how the wolf is in no hurry for them to get up. a little longer, is what she tells herself. yet, how much is a little longer for them? that’s the mystery as of now. neither side knew how long it would be before reality makes a bigger demand of their attention. but she still ignores it, she locks eyes with mai when she raises her head to get a better look at cellinia.
still sleepy, even before their kiss. even as they stare quietly at one another without a second thought. she’s unable to help it, the way she kisses her slow. sleep threatens to drag her back under in how much this respite was sorely needed for the wolf, she hasn’t slept this peacefully in ages. not since the older days of youth she once had before the violence had begun to sink its claws within her. she sighs softly into the kiss at mai’s hand cupping her jaw, like she refuses to let her pull away even once. her starving heart must have liked it, too. their sleepy kisses start to teeter into something deeper, cellinia’s lips part for mai’s tongue while attempting to shake off the tiredness. she wants to wake up this way more, too. she wants the picturesque morning that some normal people have, she wants so much more in her own greed that felt bottomless like mai’s own. sadly, before she can act further on said greed, the pings of mai’s phone interrupts. not people she needs to worry about in how mai sounded at the disruption, she’ll take that as a better sign than whatever monsters she imagined in bed together.)
They can wait, anyway....
(her voice is thick with sleep as expected by the hum she did earlier, the sound of it lower than usual while cellinia keeps her attention on mai. the girls might ask why the wolf came in later than usual, problem is that exusiai can’t keep a secret to save her life. she’s sadly that kind of loud and proud girl, bombastic and cheery in her mannerisms while also coming off as strong. the others? they at least wouldn’t go around talking about their business. not while they’re in the loop, sora might even act like an excited senior again at the prospect of having someone along for their work. maybe even be more pleased she can have proper girl talk, she’s why the girls have clothes that are more fashionable. even why cellinia has cologne of certain notes by her suggestions and desire to not allow the gang to fall into some manner of fashion disaster as something mundane to their lives. it’s best to think about it later. the penguin logistics way has always been to roll with the vibes, not to think too much about anything. which also means cellinia shouldn’t do it while they’re entangled for a little longer.
she can tell mai is annoyed they’re interrupting. she can understand that, in how she rubs into her back again to soothe it. send it away for now, until they couldn’t any longer. her beautiful goddess with all her greed desires it. that they both don’t let what precious moments they have slip away when cellinia kisses her once again. the pressing of their bodies together, she can feel mai’s heart racing. her own is doing the same while she melts into her lips, her own once again parted slightly for her lover to deepen them as she pleases. cellinia’s already got her held in those inked arms of hers closely, close enough mai could push her to lay back if she wished to. whatever she wishes to do, she wouldn’t argue in how much she desires it. desires everything as they give to one another what remains of them, their every fractured and festered pieces of their souls. the parts of them that were tainted as they understand the anguish that goes deeper down to their souls. that someone knows this pain.)
[A wordless invitation to linger in the tranquility of this gentle afternoon is extended to the two of them from their shared fatigue. Far from the frenzy awaiting them after today, they can nourish their starved hearts until they find themselves no longer wanting, no longer searching outside of the arms that hold one another so comfortingly. Whatever weariness is draped over them heavily right now isn't borne of the sins heaped upon their shoulders— no, it seems as if they both have helped one another divest themselves of these burdens, if only temporarily. What is left behind in their place is a tiredness that softly pleads with them to wait, to take their time here with one another, and savor an unfamiliar patience that would allow this garden of theirs to bloom prettily without haste. It wouldn't matter if sleep called upon them again soon, enticing them with a slumber so healing that it might cure a thousand restless nights endured before they had found one another.
Mai, herself, is torn between giving into her persistent sleepiness, and stealing what waking moments she has remaining with her lover. Its obvious enough that her friends awaiting her back at home— back in reality— are impatient to pull her out of this lovely dream. Cellinia's nonchalant remark about them earns her a soft snort from Mai, who rolls her eyes and indulges in one final, deep kiss before drawing back, her hand falling from her lover's cheek to rest flat against her chest.]
Yeah, right. Does it sound like my friends are the patient types?
[The answer to that is obvious enough, though the constant pinging has slowed to a halt, leaving them in peace again. For now, Mai will take advantage of the slack in the arms around her to shift her weight against Cellinia, silently insisting that she lay back upon the sofa. Luckily, her wolf is tired enough that the task requires little effort on Mai's part. Likewise, Mai isn't energetic enough to do more than rest most of her weight atop Cellinia, treating her like a very comfortable cushion as she props one elbow upon the pillow beneath her lover's head, resting her cheek in her palm as she looks down at her. An unmistakable satisfaction glimmers in her tired eyes, a look that's certainly more than just a little selfish. She leans down to offer her more kisses, letting their tongues mingle for a spell, and pulls away to brush the dark hair from Cellinia's face, twirling the red-black strands idly between her fingers.]
You have no idea how many questions they're gonna ask me about you…
[Because as soon as Momo discovers— with relief, mind you— that Mai wasn't summoned back to her family estate out of the blue, that only leaves the more inappropriate conclusions left to be drawn. And since Mai hasn't yet rushed back to the dorms, complaints already rolling off her tongue at what a disappointing night she'd suffered through, then anyone clever enough would be able to put two and two together— that whoever she indulged in a little romp with was enjoyable enough to keep her interest for another day. And forget trying to deny anything once they find themselves in the shared baths together. One look at the love bites riddling her body would tell Momo all she needed to know, and Mai would never hear the end of her questioning, not until her senior was well-fed from the delicious gossip.
'Who is she? What's her name? Where'd you two meet? Is she cute? I wanna see a picture!
Right— she can already hear it in that sweet voice of hers, meddlesome and badgering in all of her excitement about Mai's very-lacking romantic life. Just the thought of it is enough to bring a wry smile to her lips as she lets the lock of Cellinia's hair fall from her fingers in favor of playing a little with her fluffy ears. She mulls over those questions, and what her replies could be, if she even wanted to be honest to begin with. Her thumb and forefinger stroke the edges of one wolfish ear, appreciating the soft fur there, and work their way up to the point before trailing back down to the base for a couple affectionate scratches.
Cellinia is cute. More than cute, really. She boasts a handsome beauty that was enough to entice Mai from that photo she had shared at the very beginning. Now that was a dangerous idea, sending it to Mai, dangerous in every satisfying way. Would she dare show it to anyone else, though? If the spell does indeed break once she steps foot outside of her lover's lair, then maybe it's best to keep this proof a close secret for a bit. A shame, though, that Cellinia won't have a memento to be lovesick over, herself.]
Anyway— don't try to tell me that you've got nothing important going on today.
[Cellinia is a working girl, after all. Pure serendipity had Mai seeking our her company's services, and somehow her luck still hasn't run out. Something tells her that she doesn't make a habit of shirking her professional responsibilities to lounge in 'bed' all day with a new lover, though. Another shame— but the rent on this place doesn't pay itself, right? It half dawns on Mai how sheltered she is, her life taken care of by the generosity afforded to her by virtue of her birth. Sure, she may not be a spoiled princess amongst the Zen'in, but they're proud enough not to leave her without her basic needs being met as long as she's obedient. She almost shudders at the idea of having to earn her keep in the civilian world, unmotivated and untalented as she is. Cellinia will get a little more of her admiration in this respect, then, for the mental fortitude it takes to support herself— as well as the independence it yields as a result. Maybe Mai is jealous, maybe just a little.]
(parting as they say, is such sweet sorrow. there is that call, to dream a little longer in the arms of one another. fall asleep and dream away their suffering, for their starved hearts to indulge in love that they always craved. like a pair of love starved girls who might never have found peace until the day they met. just like here, the now. their sins are far away from their grasp as they ignore them and the burdens of such anguish caused by them for the misdeed of living. but that’s nothing unusual now, now that they found themselves falling deeper. their garden would bloom beautifully. there is no denying that, the thorns surrounding them joining as they fall apart for another. the temptation of slumber coaxing them to dream a little longer while cellinia feels herself wanting more of it. waking up to her, the sight of mai within her bed and the way they kissed. her heart stings at the thought of parting again, though she knows not why it does that. she wouldn’t until much later when reality decides again to bring the dream into telling her the things that the wolf had missed.
she did mean that they could wait a little longer, it isn’t as though the wolf intends to keep her lover there forever. not unless she asked for it, demanded it of her beastly knight and wolf who charmed her princess and pretty goddess into her den. the deep kiss earns another soft sigh from her, the feeling of their lips molding together enough to make her melt to the kiss. though maybe she’s a little amused by the question. she can tell they aren’t. they’ve been sending texts for a bit now, ones that she stopped paying attention to whenever mai places her hand upon her bare chest.)
Sounds more like they’re only patient on a good day....
(somehow, her own hadn’t been as frantic. only the singular question, it must not have been exusiai asking. exusiai was the one that would barrage cellinia without a second thought with texts. sora and croissant only did in emergencies. as expected, it was easy to coax the wolf into laying back. her amber eyes are on mai’s hazel as sleep slowly begins to loosen its grasp on her mind, even if she is delightfully tired looking from how comfortable she is. she’s got her eyes on mai, not daring once to look away while she hovers over the wolf slightly with elbow propped up to look down at her. that selfishly satisfied look, it looks good on her. better than how mai looked like she were going through the motions more than living whenever cellinia went to get her. she’s admiring her more, her expression and those bruises and teeth marks the wolf left on her lover’s skin. her handiwork was a mix of haphazard and careful to not leave them anywhere too obvious. impatient yet patient in the way she gave her lover so many to carry. they looked good on her, too, is another thought cellinia has. the thought fades to another kiss, then another deep kiss. their tongues twining again with an idle ease to it.)
Mm? Like what?
(it’s not like she can deny it. she did leave plenty of marks for them to get an eyeful of from cellinia’s teeth and lips. those love bites were beautiful, how thorough she was in worship of her body while also giving her those heated whispers of her other language. how they were so pretty and making vows of their own in how she knew mai didn’t understand her. she’s left quite a few for those girls to see. maybe even to blush at themselves from how attentive she must have been. a score for mai in their eyes, truly. that she landed a girl so willing to cover her body in whatever markings that she could. markings that wouldn’t be seen by other people, that she could carry on her body while thinking about it even when they’ve faded away until the wolf renews them again. as though on a mission to make them almost permanent in how she’d cover her skin in those marks.
fortunately for them, she wouldn’t tell exusiai about this. she can already imagine her shouting, her frantic attempts at asking about it while telling the others. she couldn’t keep secrets to save her life, and she didn’t want mai to deal with her so soon.
HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU MET A GIRL!?
never mind, she didn’t want to think of the way she’d scream about it. not even now while cellinia watches mai twirl the black and red strands of her hair, she isn’t sure what her lover is thinking about at the moment. at least what it could be to make her smile the way she did. she’ll learn later, possibly. not that she expects to meet her friends, not any time soon. cellinia’s own is more bound to meet mai instead. whenever her lover drops the stands of hair she idly played with, her eyes follow her hand out of curiosity until they reach their destination. her ears. those cute and fluffy ears in all their sharpness, the black and red fur soft to the touch. unsurprisingly the first one she touches does twitch, like it’s melting from how good that feels. cellinia herself can’t help the way she blushes, the ears of a wolf are sensitive places. the scratches aren’t helping her not look like she’s in heaven despite herself.
how cute of her, right? she is handsome, a handsome beauty, but she has her cute points. those ears are only part of it in how they twitch to her touch against that training she’s had since she was young. though she isn’t wrong, it is a pity cellinia won’t have a gift of her own to look at on her phone until they meet again. a picture she wouldn’t dare to share with others while she nuzzles into mai’s fingers from how good those scratches feel along the fur of her cute ears.)
They usually let me come in whenever, since I’m more likely to be awake around noon....but I can be tempted to stay home too on occasion.
(more than that. all mai had to do was tempt her into it, and she’d fall apart depending on what’s done. but she doesn’t just stay in bed typically, on her off days she might even be talked into going out with friends. at times, anyway. she did use to live a life of luxury, but that stopped after the destruction of her familiga. the extinction of them except for cellinia. then again, she didn’t really allow herself to not have some form of independence while abroad. she had many reasons to not trust people, given her gender and the fact that the heirs and heiresses could often be made targets themselves for their ages. to get rid of someone else from their wolf eat wolf world while pushing to overtake others. disgusting people. but she’s survived it, her fair share of that world. taking care of herself was only part of it, plus later it helped she did learn more on the road with her boss. he didn’t want her to be lazy.)
[Splendid is the sorrow that causes both of their broken little hearts to sting at the mere consideration of parting ways. What manner of wolf would offer her little red riding hood the choice between being set free or kept forever in her ravenous grasp— and what manner of girl would be tempted to select the latter, casting aside her freedom for a bed of thorns and an altar of flesh? Undoubtedly, it is the kind of girl whose 'freedom' is anything but, and who believes that she captures a true glimpse of it in the choice to remain with her beast rather than flee at the first opportunity. Another night together isn't promised, not when the call to rejoin the depressing currents of their normal lives is daring to overpower the call to keep dreaming in one another's arms.
Sleep really would be delightful, and Mai would easily welcome more of it with how groggy she still feels, even amidst the excitement of her heart fluttering at the kisses that they exchange with pleasant sighs. Cellinia must certainly feel it, from how they're pressed together. At this point, she's probably even committed to memory the rhythm of Mai's heart whenever she's positively thrilled, such as in this moment with how her precious wolf looks up at her from this position. She gazes upon her with eyes that admire her as they always have, taking in her beauty as well as the pretty souvenirs left in careful places about her neck and collar.
Mai, too, has committed these beautiful eyes to memory. Even if she may not be able to completely hide the love bites from a pair or two of prying eyes, the splendid sight of Cellinia's adoration was just for her. In truth, she doesn't even think she would be able to describe it adequately enough for anyone to to understand, to visualize without witnessing it for themselves. She'll consider, though, the things she could illustrate, when Cellinia expresses curiosity at what her friends might ask of her.]
Oh, you know— the kinds of questions girls ask each other after a night like ours.
[It does beg the question, though: does Cellinia know? How girls enjoy gushing over their lovers, trading experiences and listening in rapt attention about all of the enthusiastic fun they had gotten up to with them? Just picturing her pretty, stoic wolf sitting in a circle with her friends and sighing wistfully about her is nearly enough to have her giggling, had she not smothered her overt amusement instead. Would you keep her a secret completely, Cellinia? Never breathing a word of Mai to any of those cheery girls within the picture frames, hiding the bites and bruises and scratches given to you eagerly without the same care you had taken when leaving your own? Would this little day off remain untouched by any mention of what transpired, or would the longing be obvious enough for someone to bother this somewhat solitary wolf about it until she gives in?
Slyly, Mai smiles at her own choice of words, her voice hardly concealing the pride she feels for their time spent together. If she really wanted to, Mai could say plenty without giving everything away. She could tell Momo— and maybe Kasumi, if she doesn't completely short-circuit at this kind of talk— all about how Cellinia was thorough and attentive while leaving proof of herself with every hard kiss and sinking of her teeth in places to be hidden beneath Mai's summer uniform. She could tell them about howwell Cellinia did as she was told, about the mesmerizing way she murmured devastating words of desire in her foreign tongue, about how it felt to give in to pleasure in the backseat of her luxurious car while the music played on the stereo. Yes, she could tell them plenty, if she wanted, while still keeping the best parts for herself. Because she refuses to share how Cellinia never took her eyes off of Mai in the throes of ecstasy, or how she begged Mai to haunt her, how she promised to ruin Mai and how she made good on that promise. And she would never, ever tell them how she had practically pleaded for Cellinia to erase her entire family in exchange for her body and soul— nor how easily Cellinia assured her that she would, as soon as Mai gives her the word.
That will forever remain their little secret. The cute expressions on Cellinia's face when Mai's fingers give attention to her fluffy ears can be yet another delight meant for just the two of them. Mai's eyes light up splendidly when she gets these darling reactions out of her handsome wolf, who looks positively blissed out from the sensations. She's given these ears her affections before already, usually during or after one of their more passionate activities, so there's a unique kind of amusement when they're the star of the intimacies on this perfectly lazy afternoon.]
Aw, you really like that, hmm? Want me to keep going, Cellinia?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, though the smile playing on her lips is as smug as ever. And while she wants to tease the answer from her lover's own mouth, Mai doesn't really need to wait for it before fulfilling this impulse, herself. She tends to the other ear after a bit, grinning when it twitches from her touch, and marveling at the handsome blush kissing Cellinia's cheeks as she nuzzles into Mai's fingers for more of this sweet contact. When she murmurs about the lenient nature of her job and hints that she's amenable to a day off, it only deepens the satisfaction written plain as day across Mai's features.]
Sounds like you're asking me to tempt you.
[She won't shy from calling her out, not when Cellinia isn't insisting that her work today comes first. If she truly didn't want to give Mai the power over how she'll spend her day, she would have pried the girl off of her and dismissed her, perhaps only giving her a ride back if it's convenient. But, as Mai has ascertained from their time together, Cellinia is far too well-mannered to display such a callous attitude after feeding her sweet passions and reverence. Ah, how good she has been to Mai thus far, that if she sincerely hopes for such a temptation, Mai would greedily jump at the chance to fulfill that hope— herself a fan of abandoning troublesome responsibilities in favor of a day spent doing little more than messing around.]
And what're you gonna do with me all day?
[They can sleep a bit more, if that's what they choose. Mai will have no strong objections to it, especially when she rests her head against Cellinia, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she yawns softly. But she knows that if she closes her eyes now, the decision will have already been made— so she adjusts herself so that her forearm is draped across the wolf's chest, with her chin propped up on top, just enough for her to keep peering at her lover with eyes that fight the urge to slumber again so soon.
At the very least, Mai will insist that feeding her falls somewhere near the top of that list, as well as letting her take a proper shower so that she doesn't have to return to the dorms with a head lousy with cowlicks. Cellinia would just have to wait her turn, unless she promises that she'll behave.]
(how their hearts weep at the idea, refuse to even take the idea for a second as a possibility without them realizing. a bed of thorns, an altar of flesh, the embrace of something wild and unwilling to ever let go. threats of teeth in places that can be risky in how she longs to mark her nice and proper. maybe she thinks about it, about more offerings. about offering that possibility of more nights together. not comprised of sex and their inability to keep their hands to themselves, their lips and words which would grow hotter the longer they’re together too. the vows that leave them are only part of the appeal for the starving parts of their souls, their hearts. freedom is offered, it’s held out at any time for her darling lover to take in her hands if she sought to remove the shackles of a family that cares little for her existence. how much could she truly promise? what would it take to free this girl forever from that cage she’s kept inside in both figurative and literal sense? her beast offers it so beautifully, something that those other girls could have never done in their own desires. an offering to the girl she calls a goddess, she didn’t need true religion when she has it here in how she gives devotion beyond a norm. the feeling being something she rarely would ever give while running her hands along her body in the car, in her bed while they laid together. she would destroy herself again if it means she gets more of her.
more of those soft lips, more of her teeth in her skin. her heartbeat, which she commits to memory as thought. ever devoted, never daring to take those searing eyes off her and how despite cellinia being tired, they stare so full of adoration. those marks would only be some of many offerings to treat her like something holy to their starved hearts, the starving souls within them that demand more. they want more. that sensation of their bodies melting to pieces while begging to be one, their desire to melt into only their souls remaining while the world itself knew nothing of this love that could only form between starved girls who could never be satisfied. not for long in their hunger, not even from that driving need to take more with everything they’re given. to take what they desire most and claim that this to themselves, is not love when it’s obvious to anyone else in this world. it is love. they’d see it in the way they stare, how they hide it in their lips against the others own. that way they’d even stay nearer in a desire to never let go after having so little that counts as truly theirs for quite some time. she would only give mai everything, the longer it goes on there is no disputing that. not even for a second.
she wouldn’t dare to describe the way she treats this girl like something holy. what words could come close to it and how she views her in their unholy and sinful lives as something more radiant than god above? there isn’t. there never would be while cellinia trades another kiss, another sigh for her. those eyes, they could only ever be hers. that’s not a question, either, in how she keeps staring at her. she might never be able to talk about her in a way that does her justice for her more persistent friends. they didn’t need to know it, not how she can treat her so much like she’s holy. like she’s worth that kind of adoration to be labeled a goddess by a wolf who had lost almost everything except for that life of hers.
but that’s the thing, she doesn’t know it. she is much more like a boy than one of those girls who would happily chat about their loves and the way that they make them feel. it’d be easier to get sora to speak of her own crushes than cellinia to speak about girl talk.
maybe she wouldn’t be the sort of girl to talk that way, but she is indeed the kind of woman that mai imagined having a gaze of longing. because she would. she’d be so full of it, of longing to see her again. of dreaming of her lips like the wolf had sworn in that desire to be haunted by her until she saw her again. she wouldn’t tell them about the vows, the promises. how she memorized those pretty sounds and wants. the way they promised to give one another their bodies, their souls, if they could never be parted during the biggest vow of them all. that she would, if asked, destroy them all. leaving nothing behind to liberate her from that world where nameless monsters sought to keep her to themselves. where she never had the taste of freedom she receives now from the wolf, the sweetest taste of it while this beautiful beast looks at her the way she does. do you want her to swear it so fervently, mai? that she would offer you the world and more for this love that thrums within them? that those monsters would die horribly before your own beautiful eyes that lit up at hearing her promises? she would give her that, she’d give her what remains of this ruined heart while they touch one another under the moonlight once again. maybe even under a ritual bathed in the full moon’s brilliant glow as it illuminates everything about the wolf before her.
all of it living up to her namesake, the moon, the heavens above. in her body that she gives mai, she’d fuck her under it in worship. in a reverence that has yet to fade with each touch granted to one another. but cellinia can’t help it, how her handsome and sharp features take something cuter in her nuzzling against her lover’s hand. like a pup demanding sweeter affection, this confirms what mai had hazily realized in their intimacy. that cellinia’s ears are sensitive, a spot she can naturally take advantage of while scratching at them or more than that.)
Yes....
(she murmurs it without much shame, but she didn’t need to have it or her pride with her beautiful red riding hood when they’re alone. from how her eyes lit up, mai must been enjoying that cellinia could blush like this. react so cutely, even. the sweet coo’s enough to make her relax more while they lay together. she might have almost dozed off had it not been for the wolf forcing herself to focus on mai. no, she didn’t want to waste this chance for them to have more precious moments together until they would have to part temporarily. as much as the wolf hates the idea, she knows they’d have to and their next meeting would only have them sinking again in the rain. until they have their fill again.
though it seems mentioning her schedule is loose a bit when it comes to work has drawn mai’s attention more. she must be pleased at the idea of tempting her, tempting her into staying longer and giving her more of that sweet poison called love. that tail of hers rests calmly off the side of the sofa, the blankets half cover them when they’re lying around like this while the wolf commits to memory next the way that deep satisfaction comes along into her eyes. her expression, too. as expected, mai must really want that chance to spend a little more time together before their depressing realities need them to return for a time to it.)
I could be. If you’re wanting to tempt me, as much as you desire to.
(no, she is asking for it. it’s as mai had known of her, she isn’t the type to force away someone after giving her these sweet delights. she gave her such reverence, such worship, that she couldn’t have done that. it would be easier to say that she would have gone out of her for her lover despite her demeanor and the ice, the thorns, that surround her often to do more than others has. every bit a chivalrous girl, even without being among familiga born children and more. mai’s greed is going to be rewarded, especially with some of the prospective ideas that could come up from it.)
Mm, lunch, a warm bath, a bit of spoiling?
(she did notice her little red riding hood is struggling a bit, even while she settles to lay against her more. from the way she wanted to fall back asleep, too. the yawn wasn’t missed, neither was how her eyes seem like they were wanting to close. cellinia reaches to rub her back again slowly while mai props herself up against her forearm along her chest. they really did wear one another out, but it was worth it. that’s how the wolf views it. her beautiful wolf, who happens to be slightly amused that it could happen to her. or that they can have something veering towards a bit of domestic bliss before the inevitable return to their dreary days apart.
don’t worry, she can behave if mai did want to bathe together....until mai decides she wants to misbehave instead.)
[Despite their best efforts to ignore it, these lovers slowly inch towards the hour when they shall part for a time, knowing full well that this little intermission from their dreary lives must meet its inevitable end. Resting so pleasantly together like this, their heartbeats once more in sync, it's easy to forget that they both will be plagued by the remembrances of how perfectly they fit against one another, how their kisses ignite them with the fire of life once again. They won't know that they've succeeded in their threat to haunt one another thoroughly, not until they find themselves alone and yearning for a touch that isn't there, a warmth that evades them no matter how ardently they may try to find it anywhere else. All the while, they'll be stubbornly ignorant that these ghosts that whisper bloodied vows like lullabies, are made of a burgeoning love that spreads like invisible plumes of poison. And when they inhale this poison to hallucinate these beautiful spectres until they have the real thing in their hands once again, neither will know that they're simply falling deeper into this emotion that they refuse to name.
One night isn't enough, a fact that both Mai and Cellinia can accept to be true, a conclusion that they can both agree upon without ever needing to breathe a word of it to one another. Though, how necessary are words when the love-starved parts of their souls can recognize a kindred heart behind the walls they've built up? It's fine— the feelings that they've uncovered speak to each other in a language all their own. Whatever these two lovers wouldn't dare utter to any of their friends would undoubtedly be made plain before one another instead. Words could never encapsulate the liberation they've tasted when feasting upon one another so eagerly. Let their hearts be the ones to convey such sensations with each beat exchanged. Because who else could understand the temptation of freedom, the shocking sweetness of love, offered to them by chance like this? How strange, that they found one another— that they fell into such an entanglement that was only ever meant to be physical, and yet it had just as swiftly become a path towards a world where their pain and sins would be vindicated.
Oh, the brilliant moonlight would miss the sight of them together, wouldn't it? Even the moon would yearn to kiss along their flesh as they surrendered to a love both heaven-wrought and hell-destined. How it might even praise Cellinia, this beautiful sinner of a wolf who carries its silvery glory in her name, the moment she would have her goddess upon her altar to worship once more.
For now, though, it is beneath the summer light of the sun that stretches across the living room that the goddess repays her devotee's worship with a manner of affection that she so adores. Mai grins even more widely at how Cellinia acquiesces to even more of those tender scratches given to her ears. How precious! There's no need for shame or pride to get in the way of this innocent gratification. Cellinia can soften against Mai's touch as much as it pleases her, she can blush and sigh and nuzzle against her to her heart's content. Mai will enjoy her fill, too, of course, watching in amused wonderment how those cute ears twitch and ease whenever she rubs them just right, and she'll delight in how soft the dark fur feels beneath her fingertips. Handsome Cellinia, scarred and rough as her body is, could still boast a pretty softness in her wolfish ears and that sweet flush deepening on her cheeks.
It seems as if Mai's greed is being rewarded in many ways, from her darling wolf's suggestions for another stolen day enjoyed together.]
Hmph— who's tempting who, now?
[It's obvious enough that she doesn't mind any of Cellinia's ideas— none of them involve their mundane lives, and while goodbyes are certainly looming come day's end, Cellinia knows better than to even mention it. It pleases Mai, knowing that her lover is just as reluctant for their time together to come to a close. You're the one tempting her, now, beautiful wolf, but Mai certainly intends on giving you enough affection to make it worth your while. After all, declaring the desire to spoil her? Careful, now— a wandering cat who gets a taste of the spoiled life will never leave once they know who to appeal to for it.
For her part, Mai melts a bit and sighs contentedly at Cellinia's hand stroking idly along her back. This slice of domestic bliss is so unfamiliar for this lonely pair, but it suits them all the same. Who knows when they will meet again— but they will, won't they? It aches to even think that today would be a stroke of luck, but at least that ache can spur them to eschewing sleep in favor of enjoying each other's company for a little longer. ]
But I'm only taking a bath with you if you can keep your hands to yourself.
[Oh, Mai can talk a big game, but despite the haughtiness of her tone, she can't conceal the small twitches of a smile that wishes to blossom at her own declaration. Their previous attempt at a shower was a mutual failure, Mai's trouble-making tendencies getting the better of her, and eliciting a satisfying reaction when Cellinia had gotten beautifully fed up with her teasing. Would they fare any more successfully a second time? Fortunately for both of them, Mai is well aware that it will be her own adherence to good behavior that will determine if this promising warm bath will actually leave them both clean. The two of them know that this girl has a penchant for making mischief— though the prospect of getting to soap up those adorable ears might entice her to play nice. Ah well, if Mai isn't going to keep her hands to herself, then it would only be fair to permit Cellinia the same freedom.]
Fine— you get to have me for another day. But that means that I get to have you, too.
[She's spoiled already, no thanks to her chivalrous wolf. Mai tilts her head up just enough to pepper kisses along Cellinia's jaw, feeling pleased about their day ahead.]
(ignoring it is a silent plea, an admission in itself. that they both had failed this little “challenge” presented before them. their bodies fit too well together, their hearts beat in sync too easily. for a pair claiming this would not be love, they’ve failed since the start. that kiss had done them in when mixed together with the touch of a woman who gave a girl her attentive stare. her searing gaze of worship while her hands had left no place untouched, her lips kissing life into her from that fire between them. the heat of passion. that desire to be haunted by this poisonous desire and the ghosts that would come from it had only been a single part of what they were both after. stubbornly, they refuse to admit it. they might never admit it for the time being whenever the wolf looks up at her lover in silence. the refusal to name this emotion is only a start. if they did, it can be taken. if they truly wished to name it, then what happens to them while they shatter to pieces? that’s the mystery of it all presented before them, the bigger one in how cellinia whispers bloodied promises to mai. the vows, the worship, the dark desire of ending the lives of others in the name of this love they would not name. if only because they know naming it means they lose, they lose more than only themselves with how precious little they’ve had alone in their lives. it would be a bigger surprise if they could have named it while laying there. at any time, truly. but that’s only how broken girls like them could maintain their sanity when faced with how fucked up the world is for them.
one night would never be enough. they need more than a single night, they need so much more than that. words are unsaid, but they know it. how long could they go without it? they’d feel like sweet death approaches them. a demand of its own due for the grave mistake of falling fast and hard into a deep longing. they’d long, they’d fall apart, they’d lose their minds imagining that touch they miss. those lips they want against their own. their bodies that they memorized as a personal canvas for one another. mai calling cellinia’s own perfect, cellinia treating her every bit like a goddess in exchange while thinking mai’s own body is far more perfect than her own which carries scars and ink etched into the skin. they need it. they starve for it, they have to have it and more than that in the way that they couldn’t get enough of one another. their starving hearts, their starving souls which could only keep demanding in all it’s greed. greed which would never let go of them as long as they breathe. how terrible is it that two sinners would want to never stop their feast? they became entangled in one another, and this is the price they must pay. a price that neither girl seems to mind paying if it meant this feeling never faded away.
with the moon witnessing their worship and adoration on an altar of flesh, it would shine down and envelop them. taking the reverent touches, the feverish desire shared between their starving bodies as its own offering. the night is for the lovers, as they often say. liberating them, freeing them as their bodies in a sense join again and again. it’s only fitting that the girl carrying the moon as her namesake treats her goddess to that endless depth of desire shared between them. in her tongue and in how she’d make her feel loved unlike those who came before her. especially unlike the rotten bastards who had ruined her into this misery they’ve both shared without knowing.
but enough about that, her body is relaxed. her tension melts away to the sensation of mai’s fingers tenderly scratching into the fur of her ears. how they work into rubbing their softness and the fluff of them with a natural ease. like she’s done it before in how cellinia relaxes beneath her. her innocent gratification met with a relaxed wolf who nuzzles into her for more. the twitch of those ears only shows how happy she is about it. with the sun as a warm backdrop to them, she melts. there aren’t a lot of soft patches of skin along her body. honestly, it would be easier to find scars more than soft skin, anyway. the black fur of her ears, her tail, however? they’re the softest parts of cellinia. places she doesn’t quite always allow others to touch which is a privilege that her lover alone has. one that cellinia doubts she’d desire to share knowing she likely isn’t the only one that’s possessive. mai did seem the type to be, which suits the wolf just fine.
beautiful mai, who she was promising more in return for the way they’re both too greedy for their own good when it comes to one another. it must be the way their hearts demand it. why wouldn’t it be? they’ve never had someone that could make them feel this way. not even feel as warm as they do. so, she’ll answer that desire for more and that unending greed with her own desires.)
You know you enjoy it.
(cellinia doubts they’d both stop enjoying this, but it’s a temptation she gives. one which is time spent away from their mundane lives. more of it, even. she’s reluctant, of course she is, because why wouldn’t she be after finding someone that makes her feel something more than she has in quite some time? it’s only fitting, the beautiful and handsome wolf tempts her lovely little red riding hood. or isn’t it supposed to be that way, for you with all of it? she’ll tempt you, she’ll even give you all that you could ever ask for, mai. cellinia won’t half ass it in how much she makes her burn with desire. she’ll take a wandering cat lovingly into her home and keep said cat forever were it possible. spoil her thoroughly, that goes without saying.
they’ll meet again, if cellinia can help that. she has no intention of letting this end the same way mai doesn’t want it to end. it’s only fitting that they both don’t let go. because of that, cellinia would even be on the lookout for her call were her workplace to get another unusual order of ammo and snacks. for now, they should enjoy this time they steal together. shrug off sleeping more until later while they chase more of what they want from one another in familiar and unfamiliar domestic bliss between two lone souls.)
Mm, fine. I can behave.
(until she doesn’t. they both know cellinia only started to misbehave when mai pressed her in the right ways. delightfully so in how she pinned her lover to the shower door glass, she almost could have gotten on her knees for her again there. if lucky, they might last the bath without misbehaving. mai would get to touch those fluffy ears as much as she desires during it, and cellinia would even allow her to do the same with her even fluffier tail as another reward for behaving. that’s if they can, she doubts it would be for long. maybe not long enough to wash anywhere else, but enough that mai could touch those ears she adores to her heart’s content. if they can, then it’s only fitting cellinia gives her goddess more rewards in exchange for it.)
I’ll be sure to treat you well again, Mai....
(a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of her lips roaming along her jawline whenever the wolf purrs that out lowly, she’s glad that this was a pleasing enough offer. if only for a little longer before reality beckons them away.)
[It isn't so terrible a price, to be condemned to starve so beautifully for one another after today. In the grand scheme of things, the two of them had already nearly emptied their coffers repaying every other price demanded of them— the crime of living, suffering beneath the veneer of an exalted family name— all of them, debts to be settled. Neither girl had a say in how their souls and bodies were bartered by their families, what they might owe them for the twisted courtesy of treading upon this messed up earth. Yet if this could be a choice for them to make of their own volition, stealing a sliver of themselves away from their loathsome pasts to gift to a lover who might understand this anguish— then aching beautifully for another night, another chance to satiate this depthless hunger shall be the easiest exchange they could ever make without thinking twice about it.
A day might come when they might even give up anything to stave away the swell of nightmares that would no doubt torment them during their time apart. Mai had slept sweetly within Cellinia's arms, after all. Not a single dreadful dream danced across the darkness of her slumber. None of the cruel images, conjured from equally cruel memories, had sprouted from the bliss that blanketed her heart after being so faithfully worshipped by her lover, this lover who oh so nobly made her promises that would besmirch any honest knight.
How fortunate Mai was, this first night, to not have suffered the frightening sights of the very things she and Cellinia conspired to make reality. Yet the undercurrent of unease that swells without her awareness shall make her understand soon enough, that she isn't going to be so lucky in the coming nights. The moon that once kissed her flesh so lovingly as she gave in to her wolf's reverence would not be so tender to her going forward, nor would it shield her from the nightmares that lie in wait, that gleefully anticipate the moment when Cellinia's protection is loosened. For they know, those monsters of men who stalk her memories, they know how Mai longs to punish them. These figments lurking in her mind bore witness to her pleading as she deigned to sully her body under the hands of a beast, and they shall unleash their wrath upon her as soon as she tries to reclaim another sweet night of sleep. Yes, those horrifying monsters, well at home in every recess of her mind, will punish her soundly in every nightmare she will endure henceforth. They'll do their damnedest to try to twist her mind against you, precious wolf, before she can even give you the word to carry out your storm of blood and vengeance. Oh, how the ancient Zen'in roots would tear ruthlessly at what dares to grows between these lovers in the nights apart, the nights to come. A single evening is not nearly enough to mend two hearts completely— she'll seek you out until you rid her of those monsters for good, Cellinia.
Yet, for now, they shall scheme and plot in her subconscious while the sun casts its light upon her, blinding Mai to the troubles kept at bay in the company of her handsome wolf. It's rather easy to ignore the things she can't control when in her hands is a manner of happiness that she crafts, herself. Cellinia is certainly correct in her assumption of Mai's possessiveness. Truly, she shouldn't expect any less of a girl whose greediness merely masks a lonesome tendency to cling to whatever gives her that sense of belonging she's been chasing without much success. In this moment, as she caresses her lover's ears, Mai belongs to Cellinia as much as Cellinia belongs to her. She tempts as much as she is tempted, and of course she enjoys it, even if she avoids confirming it to her lover outright. The only answer she'll give is a knowing smile, and even a soft snort at Cellinia's vow to behave whenever they do share that bath. Her eyes, a bit more awake now, glimmer with a mischievous look that doesn't put much faith in either of them, though it doesn't carry any disappointment over it, either.]
I'm in your care, Cellinia.
[Whatever politeness normally expected from this customary expression is replaced by Mai's good-natured wickedness. She delights in Cellinia's eagerness to make this 'day off' a splendid one for them, and enjoys even more the slight tremble she feels beneath her from the kisses she gives. Ah, Cellinia wants to be treated well, too. Such a difficult task, she thinks with a self-satisfied laugh as she shifts to sit up a bit, enough that she somewhat straddles Cellinia's hips. Admiring the blush that still lingers from before, Mai cups her lover's face and leans in, chastely kissing everywhere touched by that lovely pink flush, and giggling playfully as she does. It's a shame— she'll miss how comfortable Cellinia is to rest upon, even for all of her sturdiness. Mai will just have to commit it all to memory while she still has the chance.]
All right, all right— we should get up, now…
[Yet Mai doesn't move much from her position, content with littering her pretty wolf with kisses until either one of them decides that enough's enough. How beautifully Cellinia blushes, how wonderfully it graces her stoic features. She's already treated Mai so well as it is, why not reward a cute pup with plenty of affection to call her own?]
(being condemned could be worth that agony, the sinful agony they’ve both gone through. their sins may never die, they would never be pure again, but that in itself is fine. their bodies are a battered masterpiece in all the ways they carry their scars. cellinia’s own the perfect canvas her lover dared to dream about in her own way. the families that made them and broke them are nothing in the face of their promises, their offerings. any future nights would only be haunted by the ghost of one another, cellinia would never let go of her as long as she breathes. she’d even sell her soul if it means this soul crushing hell they’ve suffered in their own lives could be further away some day. tonight they may attempt again at easing this endless hunger out of their system, but they both know that is more bound to never happen. greed doesn’t just go away.
neither does the torment of loathsome pasts fade, cruel memories would only be there to drag them down again. again, again, and again. this may not last or so cellinia thinks for a brief moment. everyone eventually leaves her for any number of reasons, but she would not focus on it. what she fixates on is the two of them. how they guarded one another for this night alone, for the first time in ages into a restful slumber while cellinia offers safety in her arms. those inked in monochrome arms that were strong themselves. who needed a perfect knight of purity and goodness when she was better the way that she is? honorable, disgraced, noble, and even willing to kill anyone in the way of them. in the way of their love.
nightmares are only part of their tortured lives, their lives full of their own misery that nobody else could ever touch. the nameless monsters may never be given names to this wolf, but that didn’t mean she would allow them to force their will upon her. for her lover, she would punish them. that they may be ended when the words leave her lips. in fire, in blood, and in all the freedom that this poor goddess could ever dream of. this princess who had been seen as a disgrace herself, locked away and forced to serve those who deemed themselves above her. her hands would never let go of her, oh would she try and keep you safe despite being only human in a sense, darling princess. the hands of a beast who would make them feel nothing except rage at learning the way she would touch this girl. how she offers her sweet sighs and more to the moon, how she takes them as her own offering for keeping her forever as her own. they’ll do what they see fit, the same way her own nameless monsters would. but the wolf won’t ever let herself leave you, mai, her door would never close for as much as your heart desires. it’d stay open. welcoming you into this precious wolf’s den again for her to chase away everything once again.
for now, they can carry on and think nothing about it. nothing else other than their wish for this reprieve. in her blushing cheeks from the happiness they’ve carefully begun to craft together as their own, they’d have their pains, but that can be another time when they come. the mischief in her eye and that smile tells cellinia plenty, she’s pleased. pleased as those hands work their way along soft fur in her ears which twitch at the attention she grants them. she’d tempt her goddess beautifully and also take any temptations offered to her without question by this very same princess and goddess. she can try to behave, she will try, but they both know that’s bound to not happen. still. it’s an offer given, neither side might act on behaving for long when in their presence. that’s only another part of this paradise born from hell that they’re slowly making together inch by inch in the bliss they receive.)
Of course, Mai.
(she murmurs it, her gaze fixated above her when mai shifts to straddle along her hips. soft hands cup her cheeks, the look of admiration in her lover’s eyes is enough to tell cellinia at this point that she has something else she wants to do first. the pink dusting those fair cheeks from someone as stoic as cellinia is prominent, lingering yet not completely faded when her lips start to brush along them. marking it as another canvas in chaste affections as the wolf relaxes to her hold, those amber eyes never leaving her hazel ones again when they both know, they’re reluctant to get up. to separate for now. alas, nothing would get done if they did stay laying there all day and night. food would do them some good, cellinia did need to wash her bedding, and they had laundry on top of needing a bath.)
We should....
(yet neither side moves, not yet. what her wolf does is sit up a bit more, to catch her lips in how she angles herself. to sneak in a kiss, then another, a third, and....ah, she’s getting a bit too carried away whenever cellinia pauses her lips. they can kiss one another more while in the bath.)
[The ever-looming shadow of abandonment is a rather sticky one to shake off, no? These lovers are painfully familiar with its iciness, the way it siphons warmth from connections thought to last forever. Precious little in this world ever endures as long as one would wish it to, even the close bonds forged of shared blood and shared torment. Mai likes to think that she and Cellinia have something different, but she isn't foolish enough to hope that this newly born link between them can't go crumbling the moment she lets it out of her sight. Even this day, uneventful and ordinary to outside eyes, cannot last forever. Night will arrive before they know it, and neither girl can hide themselves in one another's arms for much longer. Reality is impatient for them to abandon this dream, yet all the same, it's almost keen on witnessing what the two of them will make of this burgeoning bond, how they might protect it from rusting beneath their time-held expectations of abandonment.
For now, perhaps these tender kisses would weave them just a bit more tightly together, whispering wordlessly to them that they may always find the softness that they so desperately seek against one another's lips.]
Fine, fine…
[Mai mumbles unhurriedly between the kisses she lays across Cellinia's cheeks. Okay, so they both at least understand that lazing about, though quite pleasurable, would only serve to eat away at their time left together. Indeed, nothing at all will get done if they indulge too heavily in this lovely spell of idleness. Domestic bliss can be savored in all of the other tasks they ought to carry out before it's time to say goodbye— Mai is, whether she likes it or not, used to bearing the brunt of tedious household chores, though she's more amenable to helping out this time because it's for Cellinia and not an annoyingly overly-critical family. Besides, that would just leave more time for Mai and her darling wolf to spoil one another after all of the boring essentials are out of the way. When they get to that point— which they really should soon, despite neither of them desiring to curtail this sweet exchange of kisses. Cellinia isn't making it any easier with how she lets her greediness get the better of her, wanting more of Mai's affections given directly to her lips, instead.]
Fine— since you're no help, Cellinia.
[Laughter dances in her words, even as she rolls her eyes after one last kiss she permits Cellinia to sneak in. Mai relishes the tiny spark of hunger that dares to snuff out the remnants of fatigue in those amber eyes, though she'll miss how sweet her sleepy wolf looked earlier. Right— nothing lasts forever, but that'll just beckon Mai to try to recapture that sight with her own eyes some other time. Her hands fall from Cellinia's face and she sits up fully, now, shifting to swing her legs over the edge of the sofa.]
All right, I'll go and run the bath. Don't forget to take care of my uniform— unless you wanna see how well I can pull off your clothes.
[Goodness— Mai will have to bite her cheek at her own unintended remark. It goes without saying that she has already proven that she can pull off Cellinia's clothes rather well. Of course she'll be needing her uniform back anyway, but will her lover really miss a hoodie and a pair of shorts for a few days? Besides, that would just ensure them a reason to meet up again, wouldn't it? Something decidedly not delivery-related, though Mai can probably drum up some manner of shopping list for Cellinia to take care of for her. A girl has needs, after all, and now Mai knows that she has one very handsome delivery girl to take care of nearly all of them.
Once standing, Mai stretches and sighs before swiping the blanket and draping it over herself like a mantle fit for a well-bred lady. She casts a haughty look over her shoulder at Cellinia— oh, did you want to see her traipse around your den without a stitch on her, darling wolf? No matter if you've already committed every inch of her bare flesh to memory, she'll gleefully pretend that she can still hide away something that her lover might yearn to feast her eyes upon, even if it's only for a short moment before they find themselves bathing together. Without another word, but with a look that says it all, Mai slinks out of the living room and into the bathroom. A few moments pass before the sound of running water spills from the open door, drowning out Mai's curious hums as she snoops around for bottles of anything interesting.]
(it does feel different, which is the terrifying part of it all. that they might feel something so different in comparison to those bonds that were often fleeting. how people would leave their lives, without a word and letting them drown more away under the current. cellinia likes to think this is not like the people who would happily use them for their own gains, their own enjoyment while leaving them to pick up the pieces. they can’t stay on this couch forever while pretending life isn’t carrying on, or that reality doesn’t beckon them into putting aside their dreams of bliss to take care of their more pressing issues. such as, their clothes, her bedding, and everything else. that’s the problem, neither girl wants to pull away from bliss they’ve found. the greed is there, everything about it that they could have dared to ask for in youthful innocence they’ve long since lost alone. but it wasn’t something that mattered, here, in their arms for a time. they were more than their scars for a time. more than anything that could have torn them apart and shaped their lives into the ruin they were. for a time, they would let the sun and moon witness them while they struggle to let go of expectations of one day being left behind for being too much.
the kisses are a temptation in themselves, to give in a little longer. to push a little more from chaste to something more. how could they not want more? neither of them are in a hurry, no matter the way they said they ought to get up. which is what makes it so difficult, troublesome really, to part from a comfort they’ve found they enjoy too much for their own good when she hums in response idly to her lover’s words.
they really are hopeless, aren’t they? giving in to a little bliss and so soon. not rushing themselves to part, either. they should know better than to get caught up in it when they should tend to themselves first. the kisses cellinia sneaks in are a little greedy, but can you blame her for that, mai? she hasn’t had a touch like yours, not once. helpful, anyway, that she isn’t the sort of demanding girl with chores. she’ll do her part and help as befitting her own role. truly, she can be such a boy and yet also softer than one in the things this wolf could do without arguing. she does do her own share of the chores, her apartment is spotless for a reason despite the organized clutter here and there. of books, music, and movies she found herself the new owner of.)
Sorry....
(she’s not sorry. the last kiss she sneaks in of her lips is enough to help melt away the fatigue more, sleepiness fades to a softened up expression. those eyes again full of reverence and all solely on mai. the girl that would have them alone. nothing lasts forever, perhaps, but later mai would get to memorize her face again in bed. on another sleepy morning or afternoon shared between them where her sleepy wolf might even find herself kissing her darling lover all over again into awakening sweetly. she misses her hands already, but she doesn’t stop her. not from getting up, not even from the part where cellinia almost snorts at mai suggesting she might want to wear more of her clothes.
she did leave that dress shirt for her in the bathroom, to wear until her uniform was washed up. the truth is that cellinia would be comfortable with mai taking as she pleases from her closest, the selection of hoodies, sweaters, whatever she pleases of her trendy yet masculine collection. sora’s handiwork that she has a decent closet and cellinia’s own taste factoring in since she did have a good sense of style. she finds she can’t keep her eyes off mai even now, watching the way she moves after she commented about pulling off her wolf’s clothes. she’s debating on it, giving her something to wear from her closet if she wants something more comfortable while waiting on her clothes to wash. or even letting mai grab whatever she pleases.
both would be good, but enough about those thoughts. the blanket lifts off her body, her rather handsome wolf even is unfazed but it doesn’t help the way she looks at her. oh. she misses seeing her bare already, it leaves little to the imagination of thinking about reaching over to remove it. unraveling it from her lover before they dip into the warm water of their hopefully relaxing bath. best to save those thoughts for later. another time, whenever they both weren’t trying to make the most of this bliss they’re crafting with their own hands. carving into their souls and into their lives gradually as something more than their dreary mundane moments.
but at the same time, her gaze follows her lover off into the distance. into the bathroom, watching her every moment and how the blanket when she catches that haughty look. almost like she flirts again with the wolf by pretending she hasn’t committed her body to memory. that mantle of a blanket suits her too well, cellinia thinks more to herself. she’ll be sure to later give you more than what you ordered, mai. your shopping list and time spent away from the gaze of others before the wolf gets on her feet. she’s next in the bathroom, if only to retrieve their clothes. the uniform and cellinia’s own while mai hums that tune of hers and looks around.
cellinia won’t be in there for long, given she did quietly prowl off after to retrieve her bedding to go with their laundry. the bottles of shampoo and conditioner were plenty. seems like her wolf does put in effort for self-care. good, right? especially with fur like hers, the additional parts of herself that she’d have to take care of.)
[It's greatly amusing and equally frustrating, how they match one another in their reluctance to pull apart from these affectionate, needy kisses. What would Cellinia do if Mai were to find herself staying over more often? They might not get anything useful done if this petulant goddess would have her way— or perhaps she might slowly, quietly adopt whatever routine Cellinia keeps in order for this life of hers to continue running smoothly. She'd rifle through her organized clutter under the guise of tidying it up, while learning about her personal tastes and pretending that she isn't surprised that her wolf is still a girl who enjoys a decent movie every now and again. Her nosiness would likely get her into trouble, but all the same, she'd be able to flesh out this figment, this dream of a lover who would haunt her thoughts whenever they were apart.
Maybe she would leave herself behind, too. Traces of Mai that would eventually find their spots in the nondescript corners of this apartment— clothes or facewash or cans of her favorite soft drinks. Her scent on Cellinia's pillows, on one she might decide is her favorite whenever she isn't using her heartbeat to lull her to sleep. Something to make her equally as real during the in-between moments, anything that would keep her in someone's memory when she was out of their arms. Blame it on her various complexes, the ones that never fail to remind her that she's forgettable even when she tries her hardest not to be.
Until then, she'll just have to content herself with wearing the scent of Cellinia's soap, and the faint fragrance of tobacco and cologne lingering on the clothes she'll borrow while waiting for her uniform to be cleaned. It's fine— it's good enough, it'll have to be, because she can't bring Cellinia back with her, nor can she overstay her welcome, even if Cellinia had suggested keeping her. It almost certainly wasn't a joke, but… logic and reason are starting to creep their way into this reverie. There's only one sure way for Cellinia to keep her, and Mai doesn't want to tread close to that option right now.
For now, Mai is fine pretending as if they're normal lovers who merely want to cling to one another for just a bit longer, steal a few more kisses before responsibilities hasten them apart. Mai, of course, doesn't buy Cellinia's apology for a second. That's fine, though, because when has Mai ever been sorry for trouble she's caused for them, thus far? She's certainly not apologetic for cloaking her figure in the blanket, gleeful at the expression on Cellinia's face, one that betrays how accustomed she was to the unimpeded view before. Too bad— but you'll be able to to feast your eyes to your heart's content whenever the bath is sufficiently drawn, greedy little wolf.
Atop the bathroom counter sits the shirts that Cellinia had set out for them to wear last night, before the two of them opted not to even bother with clothing in the height of their splendid frustrations. If Mai were to lounge around here for the remainder of the day, then she sees no problem wearing only that simple dress shirt. A treat for Cellinia pretty eyes, perhaps, if she'll let Mai wear it for long enough to enjoy the sight. Of course, if they are to find themselves wandering about for a proper meal, then it goes without saying that they'd need to dress respectably. But if Cellinia wants to keep her goddess for her eyes only, then really, anything goes.
An oddly comfortable silence befalls them as they tend to their respective tasks. The rush of water into the bathtub is rather soothing, a rhythmic white noise that keeps Mai's mind from wandering too far. Hearing Cellinia taking care of laundry in the next room almost feels too normal and domestic, in a way that tugs at her heart in a way she's unfamiliar with, but nevertheless a way she secretly wants to experience again sometime. Along the edge of the bathtub are a few bottles she's picked out from Cellinia's surprisingly impressive selection. There was even a brand there that Mai sometimes used, another surprise. She'll hold her tongue at a joke she wants to make at thinking she was going to find some dog shampoo mixed in with the more normal options. She can be nice!]
Almost ready.
[She calls out, dipping her hand into the water to test the temperature of their bath. Mai keeps it a little less hot than she normally prefers, but it's comfortable enough to soothe whatever stiffness comes with sleeping on sofas. Next time, she'll avoid wrecking the bed too much for them to enjoy a proper night's sleep there.]
(fortunately, her routine isn’t too different. she may not use the skin care products and other assortment of things that mai has, but cellinia does have her own routine. something she could adjust to suit the needs of her lover who she also struggled to part from for long. she’s not that talkative, not from where she’s at. gathering her bedding and replacing it did need her attention. not so much that it doesn’t keep away all the thoughts, she knows that she likely can’t keep her forever. if mai wishes it, she would, but she isn’t going to make her make a choice that would be life-changing so fast and so soon. they’re early into this rather unusual affair comprised of denying the love they felt. she’d even be unfazed if mai found herself curious enough to be nosy and digging through belongings that came from an assortment of places. cellinia does have more movies, digital ones actually, that were bought for any occasion or mood she’s in.
some horror, some romance, some action. the list goes on for what’s lying around when mai grows that curious to look through her belongings. anything more personal is kept in her nightstand. but that’s a worry for another time, her lover could make a list if she liked of things she would want to be kept around cellinia’s apartment for visits. even that’s only a start while the wolf attempts ignoring the way her more logical and reasonable sides tells her that she shouldn’t expect much. to stop getting her expectations up. no matter the way she wants to leave her scent on mai, or how mai wants to leave such lingering gifts. memorizing her heartbeat while they fall asleep together, pretending they were more than their sins. perhaps pretending they were human, more human than they’d ever feel. if her lover struggles with being forgotten, then cellinia would never forget her. not in how those eyes of hers sat so pretty on mai like she’s all that mattered in their world built around being broken to pieces.
it was enough that they wanted more, that they wanted to leave the little pieces of themselves for one another. that it was beyond what had started. however long mai desires to stay, she’d never let go. not even in their lowest of thoughts and expectations for themselves with their views on how little they deserve such good. for that, she’ll give her freedom. freedom to take what she pleases, to carry out clothes covered in the faint scent of nicotine and cedar scented cologne. the wood notes of it being soothing and subtle while mixed into the scent of rain she also carries.
here they could be whatever they desired. a pair of girls pretending to be lovers while also not realizing how real it felt, how the feeling of domesticity itself was foreign and warm. like another blanket around them in this sweet dream they’re part of. they’re together. covering one another in the things they wish to haunt and be haunted by, as if that could chase away nightmares that would never leave them. it’d be nice if it could. if the love they deny could envelop them and keep away such terrible dreams until they unite again. she didn’t mean that apology, as they both know, despite her disappointment that mai had covered up from enjoying the view she was given. later, then, she would satisfy her greed more. because she knows, her precious little red riding hood can be a greedy thing herself.
she’ll likely, if her lover wants to go out, allow her to raid her closet for anything she might wish to wear. undressing her, though? that depends on her lover. on if, she presses into that unending desire to feel one another again. the dress shirt was only something she picked out for ease and comfort, cellinia herself had chosen another tank top to wear. nothing more to go with them lounging. she did assume they’d both want to relax before figuring out what they might do for their late lunch. there is always ordering, as cellinia can admit she’s done when she didn’t feel like cooking.
better to figure it out later, because she could easily want to keep her eyes on her goddess alone for a little longer. it’s comfortable, this quiet and how they seem to fall into it naturally. the washer starts with a low hum, their clothes and her bedding tucked away inside while the wolf reaches for a couple of towels that were kept in a cabinet within. convenient, really, that she keeps some of them in the laundry room to change out when her others might need washing in her bathroom closet. mai’s voice cuts through her thoughts, her thinking, right. time for reality again whenever she comes back within the bathroom. towels both in hand, her brushes would be grabbed later.
they’d need them, plus she rather mai not be confused why one of them was full of fur instead of hair. cellinia did keep separate ones for the sake of brushing out that tail of hers alone without needing to overcomplicate it. having to care for fur can be a considerable pain, but not too much of one.)
Got the laundry going, maybe we can figure out lunch after?
[Nothing about this burgeoning affair has been linear thus far, a dozen steps skipped and none of the traditional courtship required for a more pure love to sprout forth. Indeed, there was nothing pure about the way the swept aside every sweet formality and delved into these heady passions without abandon. There was hardly a shred of innocence in how they dared to peer into the cracks of one another's souls, stealing a glimpse into the blackest depths where their tormented shadows writhed in their chains. And once they were smothered by their dark euphoria, it became evident there was no way that a pure love could ever bloom between them. Deep down, in the more painfully honest parts of their hearts, they can accept that an innocent, tender love would only perish in their hands. If one sincerely wishes to haunt the other's heart, then she ought to be resilient enough to withstand the poisonous storms within.
Nevertheless, Mai might find herself retracing those skipped steps, in her own furtive way. Her lover can wear all of the secrets she pleases, but her greedy fingers will sift through as many as she'll be able to. When Mai already has something as ironclad as a vow promising blood-drenched freedom, it becomes easier to want to learn more about what exactly makes someone this willing to devote herself so ardently. It's obvious, the perilous undercurrents that course beneath her darkly-inked and silvery-scarred skin— but that won't be enough for Mai, the longer they indulge in this affair. She'll want to know everything, one way or another, even if it means inevitably overstepping the lines she cannot yet ascertain.
Fortunately, she is still shrugging off the last remnants of weariness to really plan her nosy expedition into her lover's personal life. Cellinia appears not long after Mai calls out to her, the hum of the washing machine dulled even further when she closes the bathroom door behind her partway. It tickles Mai for some reason, knowing that this pretty wolf had been tending to some chores in an effort to keep her little den tidy and livable, nary a complaint on her lips. Sure, Cellinia may live like a guy in some respects, but she's far more responsible than any that Mai had the misfortune of living with— it's quite endearing.
She sits up a bit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and grinning at the nonchalant expression on her lover's face.]
Fine with me. You've got me kind of curious about what wolves like to eat. Aside from candy and girls.
[No, she can't resist slipping in this little quip, letting her hand stroke at the dark fluff of Cellinia's tail whenever she's near enough to set their towels down upon the counter. Mai doesn't ignore for an instant that she's in the presence of a beast— a splendid one, but a beast all the same. She sports plenty of bite marks reminding her of this fact, but she knows well enough that Cellinia isn't going to suggest hunting for some raw flesh for their meal. As evidenced by the mostly normal way she appears to live, Cellinia is almost certainly just like any other girl with a sweet tooth. Another endearing aspect of hers— that they can share a taste for yet another thing that isn't exactly the best for them.
Once the water level in the bathtub is satisfactory enough, Mai leans over to twist the nozzle to stop the stream. A pleasant steam lingers in the air, condensing lightly upon Mai's skin exposed beneath the blanket still loose around her torso. She rises from her place at the edge of the bathtub, and leans against the wall wearing that self-satisfied smile again. Even wrapped up still, Mai cuts a lovely figure, her hand delicately gesturing out from beneath the blanket and towards the tub.]
Well? It's only polite for me to let my hostess to go first, so— after you.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2025-04-09 08:05 am (UTC)This world ought not to have corrupted them so thoroughly, crushing their innocence and steeping their hearts in a paralyzing bitterness, because now Mai is giving her body unquestionably to one handsome wolf who has her picturing such splendid, bloodied scenes as she shudders and whimpers from fingers that find their home within her fluttering walls. And Mai would do it-- she would take a cloth to the Zen'in blood drenching her lover, and soak up every last drop from her perfect form before pressing her lips to each inch she wipes clean. Oh, she would even fuck this magnificent wolf before an audience of lifeless eyes, made vacant by a woman who once wore such an emptiness in her own before she dared to viciously taste life once again. It wouldn't matter anymore, Mai would gladly do it-- one final, brilliant disrespect aimed directly at her father, who could rage at her as much as he pleased from the jaws of hell.
When Cellinia gives Mai the power to snuff out those lives-- gives her mere word sovereignty over the fate of her kin-- she feels as if the breath is robbed from her very lungs. From a lowly, mistreated serving girl to someone who could demand the erasure of a family with such strength and prestige, it's enough to make her feel dizzy with the self-preserving thoughts that this can't be real. It isn't, it can't be, this is just the two of them taking this game of make-believe to the cruelest of depths, all in the pursuit of using this sinfulness to chase some carnal satisfaction.
Yet when Cellinia promises that she would do anything, Mai swears she almost loses it completely at this whispered vow, these beautiful words uttered with such an intensity that it feels like her heart is practically leaping from her chest. She knows it-- that is real. There's noting false or pretend in this declaration. It's as real as the dark devotion, molten in that amber gaze, it's as ardent as the messy, filthy kisses they exchange as passion eats away at whatever sense dares to linger in this union.]
Y-Yeah-- do it. Do it for me...
[Do anything, everything she might possibly want. Even do the things that Mai might be too afraid to ask for outright, her true voice still smothered by the vestiges of loyalty she begrudgingly carries for a life that never once loved her. Break it all-- ah, she feels it, she feels so close to breaking, already. And if she were to shatter in this moment, Cellinia, she would demand that you wield the shards of her to slice down the monsters who made her this way.]
I want it, Cellinia, I want it--
[And what is it, exactly, that she wants so badly? More of that sweet pleasure wrought by Cellinia's fingers, to which her body reacts so enthusiastically? Mai is pathetically close to the edge, tightening around her lover's ceaseless thrusts, the friction making sweet cries spill easily from her lips now. It's the obvious answer, of course-- but just as likely is her yearning to witness Cellinia make good on these cursed vows. The absolute desperation for it is such that it threatens to make her vision go white, splattered with the dark red of blood, however Cellinia might desire to spill it. What would it take, to kill them all, repay their atrocities, free herself-- and her sister, too-- from their oppressive hold? Could she truly experience it for herself in this life?
Her voice rises in a pitiful whine from these needy pleas, and her nails scrape their way haphazardly down the expanse of Cellinia's back, leaving angry red lines across the ferocious visage of a wolf. They're not deep enough to draw blood, but perhaps they might smart a bit once the adrenaline of their passion abates. But Cellinia can take it, can't she? Her strong and relentless wolf is better than whatever scrapes Mai might ever hope to leave upon her flesh.]
P-Please.
[Oh-- there it is. Fuck, who's the ruined one, now? She never would have imagined that she'd be reduced to this, to begging-- but she's already fallen into this quicksand made of love and death and it's swallowing her whole, filling her lungs and mind and heart with violent delights. Mai desires it as much as she fears it, because she knows that it's not an impossibility. It frightens her to depths she never knew existed, because she doesn't think that she can ever go back to pretending that this 'what if?' is simply a game of make-believe. She truly can have whatever her wicked and broken little heart could desire-- because Cellinia would do anything she asked.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-09 10:35 am (UTC)they'd think wrong in how this handsome wolf would have melted to her lover's lips amidst the corpses left behind from her rampage on her command. how she'd covered in blood and wild, would have touched her without care for the lifeless and soulless eyes that stared. she'd touch her dearly, make them curse them from whatever fiery fate awaited them as the beautiful and magnificent beast left her claim. her permanent claim in blood, in death and rebirth. nobody could stop her from having this girl. the baser part of her mind, the animal part, demands she does so much as keep her to itself. that nobody should take what was claimed and marked as her own. because that is another thing about wounded beasts, they don't dare to let go of what precious little they may ever have in those bloody hands of theirs.
that power is mai's. if she felt them undeserving, who is cellinia to question that about those monsters she imagined? about cellinia's hands in their dangerous touch, keeping them from daring to ever believe they could keep them apart? she doesn't speak. not for now, not as common sense fades to carnal delights. the violent life she once lived being used to happily rid this world of what shackles that a girl who was used and destroyed far more by whatever wretched monsters were out there had. the ones who thought themselves superior, who rotted everything down to their very core when she hears it.
that note of desperation, her sighs shaky in response into this gracelessly filthy kiss. there is no going back, there is no saving their poor souls which demand one another. cellinia gives this devotion to a girl who has nothing left. an anchor as their minds and hearts play pretend that love had nothing to do with these words, these promises. it's far too late for them to know, to ever understand that love has poisoned them all the same. they'd never be the same as it ruins them more than they could ruin one another. it will tear them apart and remake them, their jagged edges fit perfect together as it grows into twisted vines and thorns. flowers that come from this moment where they speak freely what it is they desire.
(i've been waiting in the dark so long, drifting through these halls. listening for your call....you could turn the lights back on. darling, don't you want me where i belong? the woman's voice begins another song. another familiarity.)
having something she could belong to, cellinia hasn't had that in quite some time. what little she has is hung by a thread. they count as something close, something like family. familial bonds, yet she didn't let them in this fragile heart of hers, what remains of it. all while her worn, rough fingers pump deep into her lover. to give her more of those sweeter delights. she would have lovingly put you back together, mai, letting you be remade into feeling more free than this. sharing her own, perhaps, her own shards as you both leave behind everything. everything fading to blood, fire, and the demise she promises those fools.)
I'll give it to you.
(from how close her lover is, cellinia can tell. the desperation, the desire for that freedom, and how needy she must feel. she'd end them. it wouldn't be anything pretty, nor would there ever be any going back from this line they've crossed. they'd die horribly for the cardinal sin of hurting this girl. this girl who chased a wolf into her den, who scratches pretty red lines against the inked skin of that terrifying wolf's snarl along her back. she'll take it upon her shoulders to grant that freedom she so sweetly deserves. she won't let anyone have mai while shielding her from the rotten remains of this world.
who needs to think too much about more than that? she'd wear those scratches like she'd wear the teeth and bruises decorating her body. even if they did or didn't draw blood, she'd wear them and be unfazed by what pain rises from it. she can handle it, her body has been battered by more than that when those slits in her eyes almost dilate at the plea. it stirs again, the urge to sink her teeth in that pretty neck. to leave a mark that would stake her more permanent claim. that claim, which would not be contested, that this girl is only hers. ah, she wants to. she really, really do....no, her reasonable side has a better idea. though it is mixed with her vows, her own desires against the instincts of a wild beast.
what if she did it after freeing this girl? or even better, what if that is the prize on the table? not only did mai have her chance to keep this wolf forever, but to carry a mark from her? that is the highest of honors, would you like that, mai? at the end of the tunnel waits this girl who would make you forever hers in how she'd tenderly sink her teeth in your neck? this is scary, frightening. there is no doubt about that. they're a pair of ruined girls who were already torn apart by the world. so, who else but someone who knows ruin too well should be the one to give one another everything and the world for the one they want most? cellinia would offer it in blood and desire, in however mai may ever want it. that in itself....is also terrifying.)
I'll end them all, I'll make you mine forever....
no subject
Date: 2025-04-10 09:04 am (UTC)It's insidious, the way that the pleasure springing forth from imagining such a violent fate for them spreads its roots and burrows deep, deep within her very soul. There's no way she would be able to rip them all out, now-- these roots pulse so deliciously with violent ecstasy that she might've feared that some sick addiction was born tonight. An obscene dependency on a euphoria that Mai would hate to find herself chasing, though she already knows that her rotten heart soaks it up like it had been parched for such an indulgence. This heart of hers, so mercilessly ripped to shreds by those who were supposed to cherish her, is being stitched back together oh so lovingly by the twisted promises of a dark wolf that she's desperate to claim for her own, even if Mai is the one who will be the prize, here. It's fine-- she hasn't forgotten, after all, that they both had promised themselves to one another, long before such promises were soaked so thoroughly with blood.
'When I die, don't dig my grave
Save me from this empty life 'til our souls are intertwined'
Somewhere beneath Mai's ragged panting and loud, broken whimpers that drench the walls of Cellinia's room, a man's crooning voice sings the fate of these world-weary lovers. Perhaps their souls were intertwined long before today, perhaps every misfortune and every atrocity they had suffered up until now was simply Fate paving the roads of their lives until they would inevitably meet, becoming one. What else could describe the way that the more traitorous, lonelier parts of their hearts call out to each other without words, and answer just the same?
'Only you can change my fate
Baby, leave it all behind, bе the reason I survive'
Oh, Cellinia-- you must already have some suspicion that you might be the only path that Mai has to surviving this life. For it's only a matter of time before something snatches her life away, be it disgusting curses or a malicious father who can't wait to clean his hands of such a stain upon his prestige. Would it be worth it to you, beautiful wolf, to change the fate of one deeply cursed girl? Her heart already feels as if it's being contorted just for you, twisting and tightening even more as she endures the breathtaking feeling of those fingers hitting a certain sweet spot inside of her, threatening to send her tumbling into a chasm that she'll never be able to escape from. Her cries become more strained, more desperate, and they quickly drown out the music as she hastens towards her peak courtesy of Cellinia's touch. Having those pretty eyes so close to her this time is what really does it for her, she thinks-- but she's not as strong-willed as Cellinia is, for when Mai finally climaxes, she can't help but squeeze her eyes shut in the overwhelming sensation, letting the stars forming behind her eyelids drown her in their brilliance. God, she doesn't think she's ever come this hard before, with her body wracked by such powerful tremors while she spasms strongly around Cellinia's lovely fingers. It's enough to make her forget that they're not in the privacy of some off-road clearing in the countryside, this time-- that there are people around who might be hearing them enjoy each other so sinfully. Ah, well, hopefully no one is listening too closely... ]
Cellinia...
[Thoroughly spent and still trembling, Mai breathes out her lover's name in a tone replete with adoration. Her vision begins to clear, and she blinks up at Cellinia with eyes that shine with a sweet bliss, the hints of tiny, teary droplets gathering along her lashes. Between heavy, uneven breaths, Mai offers her mouth to Cellinia's in messy kisses. Any tension within her body has melted splendidly, rendering her feeble beneath her wolf's body still pinning her against the mattress. Realizing that she's still gripping harshly at Cellinia's back, Mai relaxes her hands and starts to rub soothingly up and down her spine, letting her aching fingers brush against the base of her lover's tail before trailing up to between her shoulder blades.
Words fail her in this moment. In truth, she'd rather continue sharing kisses with Cellinia than dare try to put her jumbled thoughts into anything coherent. What could she say, after those filthy and vicious promises made to her as she fully surrendered to euphoria? Cellinia declared that it is Mai's own word that would decide if she would give into her beastly nature and tear apart a great number of human lives. Could Mai do it, could she give the order-- even if it was absolutely merited? It was too much to think about in her current state. And, despite this exchange of theirs being far from make-believe at this point, she hopes that Cellinia wouldn't demand an answer from her so soon. Let it settle quietly, becoming another layer of the gorgeously corrupted affection blooming between them... for now.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-10 11:40 am (UTC)this pleasure is a violent sort, darker and bloody. ready to drown them in it were they to be so ignorant to pretend that they were in control of it beyond that trust given. what cellinia does is touch her. what she would do is make sweeter love to her when all is said and done, whether covered in their tainted blood or not. they could watch in hell where they belonged alone the sight of their neglected kin being taken by the big bad wolf. this sick addiction of theirs wouldn’t be going away is another thing, not in how receptive they both were to the bloody picture mai would imagine. especially not in how cellinia so kindly provided the picture herself by readily agreeing that she would give this girl the highest honor by allowing her to be the one to decide if they were to die. she isn’t impatient enough to push for death so soon, so fast. as a predatory being, she knows patience. she knows restraint. mai wouldn’t need to worry about the wolf making demands for plans, everything, so soon without her giving a more serious claim on her wish to see those bastards she imagined dead. she promised this girl her heart, she promised her something more than they would dare to give her. that was something akin to love and it’s warmth. her tender touch, her lips barely parting for long from mai’s own in between each kiss. they lack the decorum of refined ladies, but that’s fine for them.
no point in showing it when they’re giving one another something that would make those pitiful ladies in societies both girls were and are a part of appalled and mortified. what good did being that way do for them? it only added to that mess that they weren’t good enough in the eyes of men who desired to own them. to control them like marionettes who didn’t deserve their freedom, their own choices in what they are. what they are capable of while excepted to be more of something they’re not. here, cellinia does not demand it of mai. what she gives her is those breathless kisses with a trail of saliva following in connection between their lips for each brief parting in how messy they’re getting.
(bring me back to life, even if the sun don’t rise, yeah.
fill my lungs, feel the blood flowing through my veins.)
it’s better this way, for them. that the sun fades away, that what light they get is from one another. that any warmth is shared in tender affection given. mai’s voice calls out to the wolf beautifully as she watches intently the way her lover cries those broken whimpers and whines. she soothes her with quiet shushes in return, gentle and almost soft in how she murmurs for her that she’s doing good. who knows what awaits them, if what happened in their lives to make them this way would be worth it all. that their traitorous hearts, soul, and bodies had no desire to let go of someone who knew their pain. their suffering, they know in two sides of the same coin with its differences. cellinia in how she came from a life of dirty deeds destroying many men, many women, for the name of family. that family is what would decide their living or dying. no matter how good they were at their work, this “business” that they were all part of comprised of wicked misdeeds and crueler sins than the sweet poetry she whispered to this little red riding hood of hers. this girl she looks at like a goddess, her own goddess she wouldn’t let go of for anything in devotion, with those searing eyes. the amber of them shining in the darkness, highlighted by the moon lighting her bedroom for mai to have all to herself.
(wake me up with your love again.)
but she tells herself again, this isn’t love. this shouldn’t be love. yet why did it feel so close to something they’d never once wished for themselves again after losing it? she did have her thoughts, her feelings. her wishes to not lose this girl if she can help it. cellinia maybe even realized subconsciously, without ever knowing, that their similarities are so strong that she might have even seen mai eventually disappear before her eyes. this curse can be only something cellinia did not care about, this dark wolf who whisks her lover away in what she gives her. she would keep you near, beautiful girl. beautiful goddess. it didn’t matter who tried to stop her, she wouldn’t let go of you. she’d make those who dared to curse her pay for their grave sins in how she were treated when or if that day ever came. she’d change your fate into something more lovely. something more tantalizing than what they intended for her.
mai cries out sharply, those desperate cries and how they strained into lovelier notes than the music is another thing she commits to memory. she watches her while her fingers, no matter their roughness, gives attention to that sweet spot while mai grows louder. her peak reached while the wolf eases her slowly down from it from her relentless rhythm becoming something slower, something softer. if any nosy neighbors grow curious, she’d ignore them, as she’s always done. cellinia wouldn’t tell them what happened in the first place. let them hear it. their sinful wants, their needs which had laid dormant from this fire hot passion they feel. the darker desires of it before cellinia parts their lips again for mai to breathe.
though not before she stares at her wordlessly when she speaks with adoration her name, her free hand cups her lover’s cheek. a gentle caress of it in response of affections they’ve both been giving each other freely. the messy kisses fade to something slow, albeit still messy. the tension in her back eases to mai's hands rubbing into the skin to soothe the marks she left, those scratches which she'd not even mind having. her tail shifts to be closer to her side for the rub of her soft fingers along the base of it. she won't demand mai's answer on her wishes, not any time soon. that promise if it ever comes to fruition would not be tonight or at all during the coming days. only the affections this wolf has for her goddess would be there. her little red riding hood she kisses so sweetly while she comes down from this wave of pleasure.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-11 07:24 am (UTC)She'll keep it to herself, of course. Mai couldn't possibly tell Cellinia that bringing this clan of monsters to their knees was a fantasy she had heard countless times in her youth. And she couldn't admit to her that she stopped believing it after witnessing, experiencing what those monsters are capable of. Granted, her sister's dream was decidedly less violent than Cellinia's vows, spoken as easily as she breathed-- but what if this dream was always meant to be bathed in blood? A prestigious family tree, painted with strokes of crimson still warm with life. Mai had long since lost faith in Maki, who left her to fend for herself, surely knowing that she would fail. And yet a fragile part of her heart, a piece she believed to be atrophied beyond repair, dares to believe in the pledges of a handsome stranger who has already sunk her teeth into Mai's rotten, half-formed heart. She doesn't belong to the Zen'in anymore, she doesn't belong to Maki, she doesn't even belong to herself. If Cellinia sees her fit to claim as a prize, if she wanted to satisfy a quiet bloodlust with her family as payment, then Mai won't stop her, either. Just as her kin might have always been destined for this bloodied end, Mai was always meant to find her solace in someone who would make her feel cherished and whole. Fate weaves these threads as She sees fit.
And what a curious and wondrous turn of events, that such a foolish, hopeless girl might get to claim quite the magnificent prize for herself in this wolf. This devoted, beautiful wolf who has utterly ruined her, just as she promised that she would. It was always destined, wasn't it, that Cellinia would best Mai so splendidly? Her intense affection wipes clean the fingerprints that anyone else had so carelessly left upon Mai. Any proof of their existence is stamped out in breathless kisses, in those soothing hushes and tender reassurances that set her nerves alight with unfamiliar exhilaration, in the agonizingly sweet way her fingers slow once the waves of pleasure crash hard over Mai's entire body. Whatever cruel taunts and heartless insults anyone has ever buried her in is drowned out by the whispered promises that offer them to an altar of a love that rouses itself from a profound slumber and demands to be sated.
A deep fissure has split Mai's pride in two-- and really, it has happened too often in her life already-- but this time, it's something that she can never again reconcile. Oh, Cellinia. How lucky and unlucky Mai is to have crossed paths with you. In a single night, everything has changed, and it scares her. Does it frighten you, as well, sweet wolf?
'Take my hand, don't let me slip into thin air
Bring me back to life'
The way her heart still races, hammering against her ribs and echoing in to Cellinia's chest, it's all the proof the Mai needs that she is alive, alive again. Because she had absolutely died a little death by Cellinia's capable hands, crushed and shattered in ways that put to shame the brute force inflicted upon her by the shadowy monsters. They had broken her and left her to scrounge around in the dark for the pieces, tending to the wounds alone while she tried to build herself back up, never quite getting it right. She had become something far from the innocent and carefree youth who would have devoted her whole life to existing at the bottom, so long as she had the second half of her soul to complete her. They had taken it all away from her, leaving her unrecognizable even to herself. And yet, look how prettily these shards of hers glimmer for Cellinia, after she's ushered her to the top like this. The arduous task of reconstructing herself need not be fulfilled by Mai, this time-- and even if she were to still remain unrecognizable at the end of it, as long as Cellinia would still look upon her with such adoration, then Mai would be all too happy to leave every failed iteration of herself behind.
As her breathing begins to calm down, the last few notes of the song mark its conclusion, leaving them in a brief silence before the next melody begins to fill the void. All the while, the soft sounds of their slow kisses are all that Mai desires to pay attention to, their breaths mingling whenever their lips part for air. In the back of her hazy mind, Mai feels a tingle of amusement at Cellinia's reaction to her touch, and languidly traces her fingers down her spine once more to busy them with the dampened fluff of her tail. Another reminder that she lays with a pretty beast, though one that calls to mind a loyal companion rather than a bloodthirsty predator. The moments that she takes to come down from her high pass by without haste, and everything that brought her to her peak-- satisfying touches and intoxicating promises-- leaves her body humming pleasurably in the aftermath. Their flesh clings together from the sweat of their efforts, and the wet strands of Cellinia's hair spills over her shoulders, a curtain that leaves the sheets beneath Mai even more damp. She doesn't mind all that much, though. When she finally musters up the energy to speak, her voice is slightly rasped and weary from her earlier exclamations.]
I... [A slow, drawn-out sigh. She nuzzles into Cellinia's hand caressing her cheek, and a brief look of wariness crosses her features while she debates whether or not to speak her feelings aloud.] I really like the way you look at me...
[Despite Mai clinging in vain to the last bit of reluctance to admit defeat, her bleary eyes say it all. Cellinia can keep her forever. She already has a part of Mai that she can never retrieve again, a fact that this girl is painfully aware of. Yes, she's thoroughly ruined, tamed and made docile by a beast, of all things! Ah, the absurdity of it all is but another sip of that sweet poison that her tongue is happily, greedily accustomed to. Well done, Cellinia... ]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-11 09:34 am (UTC)this clan of nameless monsters could only be given their swift end in fire. they’d burn away that same way that she ended her own bloodline. the sight of them fading to the unexpected, a dark and handsome stranger offering more than they’d ever imagine. that faith can be placed in her to end it all as wished. to give her that desire for revenge that waits within her heart that her own blood had been unable to fulfill by hopelessly chasing what she thought best to change the clan for the sake of her sister. her teeth sinks deep in that rot and poison from what remains of mai’s heart. she would give this girl what vows they’d all never have offered themselves. this sinful dream of bloody death and crimson which fades to the touch of one being that would show them no mercy. she gives her a mercy in her kiss, in hands which had seen so much death that touches her like a finer treasure than she’s had in her own miserable life. who else but them may ever understand and know that vows should not be given lightly, that they’d give them to the one they desired most. the rest would never know those things they whisper, the mercies on their tongues while they drown in poison and ruin mutually shared between their mouths. their hearts that never had felt this alive in quite some time between what had been a whim started between them.
the slow thrust and strokes of those worn fingers ease her lover down from this high, the brush of them deep and tender in their movements. this beautiful wolf. this darling wolf that mai demands in her own want as her own prize, gives to her on this altar they make of her bed. her bed which is covered in soggy sheets, the remaining droplets dripping down from hair and tail while that curtain of long black and red hair settles around mai and cellinia’s face. tender affections are given, the brush of fingertips against her lover’s cheek with each sweet caress of it. this bed has become in general her altar, an altar of offerings made up of love and all the things that they never had from their lives. her mouth whispering sweet words while mai’s head knits itself together in tenderly soft brushes of their lips.
it frightens her, it truly does, darling little red riding hood. that she can feel this way. that she could offer that demise so readily, so naturally. the altar of love and lust, devoted whispers into wishes she would grant by the word of her lover when she pleases. she feels it, afraid of what it means. that fear which would always be there between them mixed into their darker thoughts, their darker feelings that couldn’t fade themselves with ease. do you also think it fitting, mai? that a wolf could find it in herself to know too well all the things that were best kept hidden away while you pretended to function, to live? a twist of fortune, in both luck and not so lucky. everything is different in the way they pushed forward through the lines that blurred in the sand the moment that the wolf accepted seeing her.
anyone who got in the way would only learn, she doesn’t share. she won’t share. not this girl that she touched with merciful tenderness. with a softness that could only be found from wounded beasts. keeping close what precious little they have is only part of their needs, in how they would snap their jaws on those daring enough to believe they can rip away the one who made them whole again. how swift she’d end them, making them bleed while protecting this girl in her den as the beast that she is. there was no changing that, a beast is a beast. wild, threatening, and all too willing to kill those that touched what they claimed as being theirs. they never learn. not at any time while the wolf would never stop how she looks at her, those devoted and searing eyes. the amber of them glimmering for her in this dimly lit room in soft, tender, devotion fed to a starved goddess.
they’re alive. mai, even is alive. at her touch, at the feeling of their hearts thrumming together in sync out of their chests. the music changes, and she’s not paying it any attention, her lips are against mai’s own. when she rebuilds herself, cellinia won’t ever look away from her. together they’d be there. together. with that devotion she readily gives her, that worship and adoration of mai that never faded away once in this love they know not that they offer one another from their twisted perception of it. their understanding of one another down to what remains of their mangled souls, their ruined hearts. what remains shall be rebuilt, they can do that much while willing away those wretched monsters that dared to believe they could taint her dear goddess again.
her breathing eases, but the kisses retain their slow and tender affection. the soft mix of their breaths while cellinia strokes mai’s cheek. her eyes, half closed and melting into it. the pretty beast becoming a loyal wolf, protective and willing to keep her safe in whatever way that it can. as well as receptive, funnily enough, to affections given when her damp tail would have wrapped itself around mai if not for how they’re positioned. like another safe anchor to their world that they gradually make into a new reality. as frightening as it is. their bodies fit together perfect as ever, covered in sweat from heated efforts and both mixed with soft and rough skin. inked and not inked while cellinia looks at her lover. she’s patient, not rushing her to speak, either. earlier was a lot, wasn’t it? even her second wind is wearing off as tiredness gnaws at her mind.)
....I doubt I could ever stop looking at you like this.
(she'll admit it, fine. they both would not be speaking of this to any other poor souls. no need. she doubts she could ever want to belong to anyone else, well done yourself, mai. this beast might still be wild, but she is all yours to hold. to keep the missing pieces of while cherishing her the way that only two broken and greedy souls could in offered poisonous affections that taste so divine.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-12 02:03 am (UTC)In the end, Mai will contend with the possibility of having to pay a price all her own for this promise exchanged between them. Even if it this path is decreed by Fate, it doesn't mean that someone like her merits the sacrifice of numerous lives, one prestigious cage traded for the den of a beast who would wish to keep her all the same. Not even Cellinia might be able to stand against Fate when Mai is marked for her role in this sin. But when that day comes— if it ever does— then Mai can steel herself for this reckoning. Of course, she'll greedily hoard every bit of affection that she is able to until then, and wear it like a brilliant mantle, one very unworthy girl made into a goddess by a single, devoted worshipper. Perhaps she might even be able to plead with Fate to spare her beautiful wolf and lay their sins solely upon Mai's shoulders. What a thought— that she would ever have the fortitude to make such a declaration. Ah, Cellinia's romantic tendencies are leaving their influences upon Mai, aren't they?
Their heartbeats have fallen into a welcome rhythm, the pulsing of one becoming the complimentary echo of the other. They inhale each other, exhale each other deeply, kiss as if they have all the time in the world. Their lips meet, part, and meet again as if these kisses are infinite, borne of a sweetness far beyond them, though a sweetness that is generous enough to give these lovers a taste for the night. Such a magnificent altar they have made of this bed, and of one another's bodies. Mai dares to let one of her hands drift between her legs where Cellinia's fingers have slowed into the most tender of movements, slowed to almost a halt. She cups her palm over her lover's hand there, and quietly marvels at how they're one this way. It's as if her body was made for every testament of Cellinia's devotion that she had bestowed upon Mai thus far. At the wolf's ever-endearing admission, Mai laughs softly and brings her other hand to rub those fluffy ears with an open fondness.]
You're seriously gonna rot me with all of those sweet words, Cellinia.
[There's hardly any bite or even soft mockery in her words. Mai is sweetly agreeable from the exhaustion after such a pleasurable evening, and the soft kiss she presses to Cellinia's cheek conveys as much. The loyalty glowing richly in her lover's eyes, anchoring Mai all the more steadfastly to her side, even brings a genuine smile to the girl's lips. Despite the fears that each of them may carry at the prospect of their budding, dark devotion to one another, Mai indeed finds it all too fitting that Cellinia can recognize the parts of her that are so tired of pretending, tired of struggling, the parts of her that want to be loved, even if it's to the point of being spoiled by this love.]
But it's fine— I think I get it, now. You really like your girls rotten.
[There really is no flavor quite like it, is there? The taste of something that once bore such promise, only to be left forgotten in the dark, untouched by everything save for the passage of time. Attractive flesh could only take one so far, when the spirit beneath was so thoroughly spoiled. Anyone else would recoil at the sight of such pretty decay, treading around or even upon it in favor of reaching to pluck something pure and pristine, instead. Mai was used to it, being overlooked for something better, something with more potential. Whatever sections of her still palatable were devoured secretly, while those same lips would denounce her rottenness to the world. Where was the lie, and where was the truth? She had long stopped asking, and accepted that she was unsalvageable. Yet Cellinia doesn't balk at the taste, and can't seem to get her fill of this peculiar flavor upon her tongue— decay and loneliness. She must recognize it, something nostalgic found in the taste of their kisses. Only someone who has lived such a loneliness herself would seek it out again and again. From the small peeks of her solitary life that she's been given, Mai can tell that solitude had never ceased its possessive embrace of Cellinia, even if its arms wrap themselves around her less oppressively, these days.
Those beloved eyes that watch her wear the beginnings of a fatigue that mirrors Mai's own. The satisfaction, the protection that steeps in their amber depths is splendid, putting to rest whatever troubles dance on the periphery of Mai's tired mind. If not for the discomfort that waking up upon cold sheets would give her later, she wouldn't have protested dozing off right here where she lay. That little quip of hers comes around to taunt her— no sleeping over on the first date. Well, it's not as if this bed is in any state for proper sleeping after they've soaked it like this, is it now? She hasn't the motivation to fix up any linens in her state, but fortunately this isn't the only space where she might rest her head. Besides, is there much harm if she simply closes her eyes for fifteen minutes, an hour? Cellinia should have no problem making room on that couch of hers for both of them, and Mai can't imagine anything she'd enjoy more than to feel her arms around her while she dozes off. How many years have passed since she had last fallen asleep to such a comfort? How long has it been since the worries and the terrible dreams were kept at bay by something as simple as a protective embrace?
She can't guarantee that this vow between them is not merely an illusion, a spell that breaks with the coming of the dawn. But she doesn't think she can bring herself to stay awake long enough to see if this illusion disappears with her own eyes. If, in the end, she finds that she's lived a brief dream and that the wolf within her arms intends to drench her fangs in Mai's blood for a meal, then would she be troubled so terribly? The answer to that is foggy, layered, and hardly compelling. Besides, it's an answer that she would rather not even entertain, for she can feel it-- in the depths of her half-formed heart, she knows that she's something precious to Cellinia, a treasure that a beast might have wished for in her long, dark nights without repose.
She would be happier to wake and find that her wolf still adores her— would still kill for her— and then decide where the convoluted path drawn up by Fate will lead her, next.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-12 02:39 pm (UTC)this country they both were tied to by blood only served to destroy those unfortunate enough to share lineages from the fatherland who found it impossible to live the lives that those who were normal should be. is it really a sin to take matters into their own hands from a desire sparked by demanding their due? if someone had to pay a price in their promises whispered under the moonlight, their darker vows of offering blood in exchange for freedom while embracing one another tenderly in lust and in what they deny as love, then she would sooner not allow herself redemption than be without her, she would take those sins of her own while fading to the flames in a passionate kiss. because there is no denying it, this is how she is. this is how she’s always been with her utter refusal to dare let go of something despite herself. a contradiction in her methodology while claiming that she’s fine the way that she is when it’s proven tonight that she’s felt the same. she would fall to the sword, the fire, whatever it shall be that day it comes with a desire to never once be parted from her lover after finding that missing part of herself. the side of herself that had never resurfaced ever since those days spent in innocent youth which faded to that bloodshed which awaited her as she grew older. with swords in hand, she went forward. but that’s the other problem, one can only take so much blood before they fall apart. for this she offers herself, despite knowing it and her own heart that mai can feel the beat of would desire peace for them both if it can be helped. that it may never reach that point of justice, revenge, needing to be given out to others once again by her and her merciless hands with mai watching how frightening this wolf truly is.
their hearts are in sync, a steady pace as they ease from the excitement of their lust and adoration. the kisses are slow, idle, taken without care to think about the world outside with each brush of their lips. from how they breathe in one another slowly, their hands had done plenty in worship (for mai) and soft ruinous pleasure (for cellinia) while none were the wiser about what a pair of girls like them had done. this altar made up of her bed is where they start anew as the shattered pieces from glass and being torn apart mends together. bonding them down to their hearts, what remains of them. cellinia’s hand pauses, the one between mai’s legs does when her palm rests over the more calloused hand. she would have reached to grab it, but her fingers are a mess with her lover’s arousal. in a sense, it is like they’re one. they are. even with something as simple as cellinia’s skilled and battle-worn fingers coaxing those lovelier notes from her goddesses voice. her ears twitch at the fond brushes of mai’s fingertips against the fluff of them, soft as ever in how they ease down and melt to the affection offered to them.
rot her, is she? it’s more than that. these sweet words, they’re so pretty in how she whispers them. how she speaks them like poetry in the violence and the innocence. the lack of mockery wasn’t lost on the wolf, she’s more amused with herself. loyal eyes, so reverent in their desire and devotions. they glow in both the dark and in how they give her such delights. whether it’s their darker and worrisome thoughts or not. spoiling her with love that she never had, unfazed by the taste of loneliness and agony. the decay of long time suffering as they strip away from this girl everything she once had. bringing anew life into her as they say goodbye to what once was their days apart. fate meant little to her after her own prolonged years of suffering, but that wouldn’t stop her from going against it once again in how cellinia would stand in the fiery depths to not let mai burn alone. they both know, heaven has no place for girls like them who would make devils shiver from the sheer anguish they’ve gone through. it doesn’t stop her from blushing at the kiss to her cheek, although faintly.
she isn’t wrong, though. not about cellinia’s preferences, she did prefer girls like her. not because they’re rotten, but because she can connect with them too well. too easily. such as now with them finding out that what was a hookup felt further from true in the way they both were receptive to everything. from gentler touches of their bodies to this affection they hadn’t had as their own. if ever, truly. love starved hearts tend to demand more. want more, because they don’t always have this sweetness. the sweetness of adoration and those warm feelings that had been ripped away from their lives so easily. there was no purity in them, not beyond this warm feeling they give one another. beyond the way they remake themselves slowly with pieces shared between them.)
It’s that obvious?
(she murmurs it, pulling her hand slowly out from between mai’s legs with an apologetic glance. more for the fact it would feel empty without her touch than how long her hand was there, but she’s known this loneliness too well. just like mai. it might not ever loosen that oppressive grip it has upon her shoulders, not fully, but she allows this goddess who touched that solitude with her own to be close in the garden of thorns that would also bloom one day into something viciously beautiful between them. this taste of mai’s remains the sweetest she would ever have on her lips, the kind she savors while she licks clean her fingers. a little languid, tired, and considering to herself what to do. mai seems tired, more than anything. but that’s understandable, cellinia is much more active and sex itself can be demanding on a body from the physical aspect. didn’t matter who was doing what, both ends could come out tired and eventually sore. while mai dozes off cellinia, reluctantly, shifts to get out of bed. if only because she knows they couldn’t sleep there in soggy sheets that were filthy from their mutual arousal and shower gone terribly wrong.
she’s apologetic in her murmurs for their warmth being separated, but cellinia did take her into her arms. almost like a princess, a bride, in how she carries her out of the bedroom. the intended destination was the couch. purely because she’s not in the mood to change sheets from how tired she feels, the linens can wait until the morning when she sets her lover to lay down on the soft sofa first. there were pillows waiting and ready when her wolf takes hold of the blanket left at the end of it and moves to join her. all while covering them both in it, that way they can stay together more.
and that way, her arms fit around mai perfectly for more comfort. by the time they awaken, it likely won’t be any time early in the morning. those eyes won’t lose their reverence, their loyal devotion, either. her fondness is real, so is the feelings in her heart. that won’t fade away. not even as cellinia comfortably starts to doze off while hoping quietly to herself this isn’t another dream of her own. a terrible dream where she had something sweeter for once only for it to be ripped away.
she hopes, that when they awaken, that they can be free for a little longer. from all that shackles them, from everything.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-14 08:29 am (UTC)'It's that obvious?' Cellinia dares to ask, and Mai stifles a snicker as she kisses her cheek again, secretly admiring her enjoyment of the little gesture— the faint blush that graces her face is not lost on Mai. Of course it's obvious, as it should have been the moment they dared cross a line out of sheer boredom. How were they to know that their broken edges would fall into place so surprisingly well? Surely, boredom was merely a veneer to cloak something deeper, something lonelier that would have always compelled them to have acted a bit recklessly. If not one another, it might have been anyone else, no? Certainly something quick, forgettable, just enough to stave away the terrors that loom behind them but for a single evening— as it ought to have been tonight. Yet how often had they met anyone willing to endure their thorns long enough to taste the nectar of their harshly-begotten blooms? Perhaps they both half-recognized the lonesomeness in their cheeky interaction, daring to stare it down until it revealed itself to be the same, sad decay that was feeding upon them both.
But Cellinia had asked, besought Mai to haunt her long after this rendezvous of theirs finishes, vowing to do the same. The deed is already done, the vow fulfilled without fanfare. They've woven themselves into one another's essences from the pleasure wrought tonight, the swell of ecstasy they surrendered themselves to. Suffocated beautifully by these little deaths, the two of them have become the ghosts they were always meant to be— and by each other's daring hands, not those of the devils who sired them. A deep breath passes Mai's lips when Cellinia withdraws herself, only for a sharp inhale to take its place when she watches her lover lap the sticky arousal coating her fingers from a job well done. The spectacle of it is curious, fascinating in a way that makes Mai want to tease her for it, but the words fail to surface. Instead, she softly chews at the inside of her lip while she stares, wondering to herself if this big bad wolf will ever find herself satisfied after devouring this girl she has charmed into her den.
In spite of the fatigue weighing all the more heavily, Mai is awake enough to appreciate her pretty wolf scooping her up so nobly and whisking her away from the discomfort of the ruined bed sheets. She snakes her arms around Cellinia's neck and buries her face in her shoulder, laughing softly at the gallantry of the act. Her lover's hands fit securely, perfectly around her torso and behind her knees, and she feels like something properly treasured as they bid farewell to the bedroom.
Compared to the bed, or any bed, the couch is acceptable at best. At the very least, it's dry and already half made-up to imitate a suitable sleeping spot, with the pillows and blanket scattered across the cushions. Mai loosens her hold enough for Cellinia to set her down gently, and through lidded eyes she watches her silhouette drift briefly towards the end of the sofa to retrieve the blanket to spread over the two of them once she finds her place beside her. They don't exchange words, not bidding one another a good night or the hope for sweet dreams, but Mai tilts her head up for one last sleepy kiss, wanting to taste Cellinia— taste a bit of herself upon Cellinia's tongue— before wrapping her arms around her waist, tangling their legs together, and nuzzling her face against her neck while her eyes finally drag shut for good. Thanks to their long, enthusiastic day spent with one another, sleep comes swiftly and easily enough. The security of Cellinia's arms and the quiet heartbeat beneath her warmth no doubt facilitate the descent into dreamless slumber.
There's only one instance when Mai stirs, and it is at dawn's beginning, when the blue-gray light of early morning filters in through the spaces in the living room windows. She can't be sure of exactly what rouses her, but in her groggy state, she almost imagines herself to be back at her family's estate for a moment— safe and warm and loved, a long-forgotten feeling that somehow envelops her again, but in a way that's far different from those days marked by youth's innocence. She blinks slowly, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, and the realization of where she is settles upon her in a manner that wakes her just a bit further. Instead of the remnants of incense mingling with cypress growing around the manor, the faint notes of tobacco and cologne greet her in their place. And instead of a big sister who turns away at some point in the night, forcing space between them, Mai is still wrapped in the embrace of a sleeping wolf's inked limbs, a beautiful lover ceaselessly protecting her throughout the night.
She shifts just enough to look upon Cellinia's sleeping face for several moments. Mai watches her breathe in and out, lets her eyes take in the strange serenity of her visage, the occasional fluttering of her eyelashes against her cheeks, her brow furrowing periodically as well. Their lips are close enough that their breaths mingle, and Mai feels a desire to touch her in some manner, push the errant strands of hair from her face, anything— but she decides against it, not wishing to wake her, already worried that her quickly beating heart is loud enough to do the job. So, she shifts back ever so slightly, returning to her original place cuddled against Cellinia's chest, listening to her rhythmic heartbeat as she waits for sleep to claim her again. She remembers, though, the echos of the dark vows they had exchanged, and they tumble over and over in her mind. It makes her feel something, a strange tightening in her chest, but she's still sleepy enough for it to remain dulled, less urgent, and eventually her eyes close for another bout of sleep in spite of this feeling.
By the time Mai truly awakens, it's past noon already, and in her half-asleep state, she hears the familiar pinging of her phone receiving messages, the sound faint from wherever she left it along with her revolver. Eyes still shut, she grumbles softly and doesn't bother hurrying to rise from her comfortable position.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-14 09:57 am (UTC)it was obvious. she doesn’t seek the innocent touches of another girl, she seeks the lips of a girl who was ruined. ruined, torn apart by everything, by anything. they called it boredom, but there was something more than that in their flirtations. it wasn’t only excitement, loneliness is a terrible thing. terrible and nothing that the wolf would dare to admit to feeling to herself. much less to any others, because she does not wish to. vulnerability is a weakness that would end her. doing that with saying the truth would only poison and destroy her faster, but she finds it harder not to blush slightly more at mai’s lips against her cheek again. for it to not ease as much as she’d have liked normally. though who was she kidding? it didn’t matter. mai recognizes the loneliness in her, sees it so clearly without realizing. all while cellinia can see it in her, too. the decay of it, the way it ended them in a way. how it tears them to pieces for only trying to live in this terrible world they both were part of. this world which she would protect her in if that’s what her love wanted most of a beast who fancies herself a knight. a knight for a goddess she reveres and worships in tongues and lips. in touch that goes beyond what one would deem normal. her words giving sweet ruin in their whispers, the whispers of a girl that promises damnation and desires it while dreaming about more than that.
she asked to be haunted, she wished to be. she wishes most to haunt her all the same for what else can she do? an ever demanding urge remains, an urge that’d never go away in that desire to see glimpses of this little red riding hood. glimpses that would never go away, not until she sees her again. until she finds her again and takes her into her arms where she belongs in this embrace against the cruel world. sweet ecstasy which they would fight tooth and nail to keep close to their ruined hearts. they found it, they found what is the missing pieces of themselves in a stranger. greed, lust, and adoration above everything that once defined them as they break apart in this little world they’re forging together. nobody will take this away. not as long as they breathe. who dares to believe they can when mai has a perfectly capable beast that can play at knight for her as she pleases? yet it wouldn’t be enough, she’d want more of her. more of her taste and more of her body. more than anyone would have dared to give her if they were sane.
but they aren’t sane, no sane girl allows herself to be charmed to lay with a beast. not even one like this woman. not even her, who cradled mai so sweetly in her arms before laying her down on the couch. her, who sleepily kissed her lover in return then nuzzled her chin into her crown. a treasure, a goddess, and her little red riding hood. she may not admit to love nor accept that it was love, but she would not allow her to escape from her grasp. this girl would chase her to the ends of the earth if she was able whenever she stops telling herself that she wouldn’t have deserved this on her best days. that’s a cruel lie to herself. she deserves it, she needs it. they both do. this peace it brings her while her heart eases, her eyes drift closed when mai buries herself against her body like a protective shield.
from the world, from everything while those monochrome inked arms hold her. when mai wakes first, cellinia was in a deep sleep. her breathing gentle, a near kiss from their closeness while mai marvels at her and how at ease she looks. she didn’t move, she only clings nearer herself like fending off nightmares of her own. she likely was in the twitch of her brow. must have been forcing them away while that fluffy tail of hers rests over mai’s side. another part wrapped around her protectively. it’s only when it gets closer to noon that the wolf feels sleep tugging itself away from her. a push for her to wake up. her eyes stay shut in refusal, despite hearing the faint ping of a cellphone. that awakens her first almost. though she’s pretending she doesn’t hear the sound of it. not that reality is calling them back to it. cellinia’s own was quiet outside a singular ping. a text asking if she intended to come in given the time. they were used to her showing later as part of her own unusual sleeping patterns. wolves are more active at night, anyway.
one of them needed to open their eyes, but it’s comfortable. sleepily, she kisses along her lover’s crown, her hand rubbing idly into her back. the roughness of it a contrast against the soft skin. even cellinia is too comfortable, a struggle on if she wants to bother rising from this warmth that her mind fixates on. this warmth that it’s been demanding more of like it’s starving. the urge which wants more of everything. from the darker vows they promised to their sweet murmurs of near love and desire.
she doesn’t want to end this dream so soon, this dream that calls out to reality again. they did need to return to it for now, until they might dream again. cellinia says nothing, not even as her groggy mind knits itself together slowly. their long day spent indulging sinful love and desire had taken plenty out of her, too. just enough that when her eyes come half open that they near want to shut again.
though it does little to stop her, not from the sleepy kiss she takes of her lover’s lips. not even from how they ignore texts being sent to her. concern maybe, cellinia doesn’t focus on it or dwell too much. she only is satisfying a craving to kiss her more. maybe awake, maybe to drift back off a little longer. who knows? they deserve this too, don’t they? for the world to leave them alone a little longer before it’s back to those dreary days of misery, until they may see one another again and more than that. the thought makes her heart tighten against her chest too, an ache as it’s squeezes at the idea of separation that the wolf ignores by telling herself she’ll manage. that she’d find her again if she can help it.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-15 05:05 am (UTC)Alas, reality beckons to them clearly, slicing into their peaceful reverie, and neither girl is all too keen on untangling themselves from the warmth that had comfortably enveloped them during the slumbering hours of this first night passed together. It is only when this lovely dream comes to its natural conclusion that either of them can realize that they truly needed this respite from the usual gloom and depthless solitude. From a quiet selfishness, they might even go so far as to say that they deserve it, if those dark promises whispered to one another were any indicator of the torment that still plagues their lonesome hearts. How funny, the way that they would consider themselves greedy for yearning for something as simple as a salve for the ruined and scarred parts of their spirits. But for them, the prospect of love was certainly something that a virtuous heart might turn to greed over, no? Unfortunately for the world they shall return to in time, neither Mai nor Cellinia bear a heart clean of sin. The love that festers in their irreparable wounds has only grown into a more fatal poison— and yet there's nothing that compares to the dulcet taste of it after a sleep more restful than either has experienced in recent years.
Within her arms, Mai feels Cellinia shift as she awakens, and braces herself for the inevitable departure— peeling herself from Mai's embrace, getting up to start the day, leaving her colder and alone beneath the covers. Why would it be any different from what she's accustomed to? Mai has always held on too strongly, and for too long. Of course it would suffocate anyone whose heart wasn't as starved as her own. Even in her groggy state, though, she finds herself surprised at Cellinia's refusal to adhere to that time-proven script. Instead, she soothes Mai with a slow hand rubbing her back, and eases her into the waking world with adoring kisses pressed to the top of her head. A quiet hum rumbles in Mai's throat, a sign of how much she favors waking up to this manner of gentleness instead of whatever her heart was readying itself for, and she lazily brushes her lips against her lover's collar in a simple show of her appreciation.
This time, it's Mai's turn to shift, and she tilts her head up to take in the sight of a still-sleepy Cellinia. Beautiful, she immediately concludes, taken in by those lidded amber eyes that convey an unwillingness to do anything else but remain here with her, holding her closely. They behold one another for a few quiet moments before Cellinia dips her head to capture Mai's lips in a soft kiss. Mai graciously accepts, loosening one of her arms from around her waist so that she may cup her jaw, keeping her near for more of these slow and sleepy kisses that she secretly wishes she could indulge in at the start of every day. Just as they begin to deepen in their intensity, the obvious sound of a phone notification punctures the swelling affection and Mai draws back slightly with a click of her tongue.]
…Told you there'd be people wondering where I went.
[Yet the way she mutters this little remark against Cellinia's lips is devoid of the anxious anger from last night— the ones looking for her this time aren't the menacing shadows who would rip Cellinia from her without an ounce of mercy. From the slew of pings back-to-back, Mai can already tell that the sender is her very concerned senior, whose nosiness is merely borne out of a genuine love and concern for Mai and her moodiness. What would she tell Momo, about any of this? Very little concerning the truth would make sense to her, or to anyone, really. It troubles her a bit, how it's almost been an entire day since she traipsed off from the school grounds, and Mai still hasn't come up with a reasonable excuse for her disappearance. With the hours passing slowly into the afternoon, she wrestles with the fact that her vault of excuses that her friends might believe are dwindling. Mai won't even entertain the idea of that dolt Todo somehow catching wind of her little escapade— after practically harassing Cellinia after running into her around campus, he would never be able to keep his big mouth shut, and she knows how close he is to some of the Tokyo students. The last thing she needs is word getting back to her sister, of all people…
An obviously annoyed huff passes her lips, but Mai doesn't budge from her position, making no indication that she wants to entertain her friends or any of these bothersome thoughts threatening an otherwise delectable afternoon (or 'morning,' in her still-lethargic mind). For now, any real worry that might paralyze her has dissipated with the departure of the night, and the lesser troubles in the form of her fellow students can be easily shooed away in favor of enjoying what is right in front of her— more precious time with her beautiful wolf, for who knows how much longer they have with one another today? So, she resumes their kisses, pressing her body a bit more closely against Cellinia's, uncaring if she is able to hear how easily her heart quickens just from kisses alone.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-15 11:31 am (UTC)maybe it’s selfish of them, to say they deserve it. this quiet moment between them. this everything as the rain begins to bloom greenery in their garden of thorns, the desert which surrounds one and the bottomless ocean of the other. their bodies only an offering that belongs to one another. of dark promises, vows, and all the words they whisper to one another. their wounds may never mend, their agony as this salve eases the pains they’ve suffered would not go away so easily itself. the festering of it could only grow more as their vicious garden blooms and as the water drags them under in the desert of the other. who needed to be absolved, redeemed of their sins? they didn’t. they never did when the wolf quietly thinks to herself that she likes this. waking up to mai, how she didn’t want to let go whenever it’s apparent that they would need to get up. reality is something she’s ignoring by choice to look at her. with sleep gnawing at her mind, cellinia doesn’t look away from how mai braced herself in expectation for her to separate. did someone hurt her by doing that? it seems the wolf is an outlier in another sense, another way in her staying in place. their tangled limbs hardly fazing her, with tender affections being used instead to awaken her slowly.
that lazy brush of her lips to her collar was appreciated, in how she hums lowly. sleep thick in her voice, their hearts are too similar. starved heavily, enough to suffocate. any poor souls that got near them would learn this and leave, pretend they didn’t know while leaving them in their agony. a gentle touch is what’s given, the sight of cellinia with half lidded eyes and affection from each rub of her battle-worn fingers into her lovers back. they rub into the skin slowly, small circles and idle in how the wolf is in no hurry for them to get up. a little longer, is what she tells herself. yet, how much is a little longer for them? that’s the mystery as of now. neither side knew how long it would be before reality makes a bigger demand of their attention. but she still ignores it, she locks eyes with mai when she raises her head to get a better look at cellinia.
still sleepy, even before their kiss. even as they stare quietly at one another without a second thought. she’s unable to help it, the way she kisses her slow. sleep threatens to drag her back under in how much this respite was sorely needed for the wolf, she hasn’t slept this peacefully in ages. not since the older days of youth she once had before the violence had begun to sink its claws within her. she sighs softly into the kiss at mai’s hand cupping her jaw, like she refuses to let her pull away even once. her starving heart must have liked it, too. their sleepy kisses start to teeter into something deeper, cellinia’s lips part for mai’s tongue while attempting to shake off the tiredness. she wants to wake up this way more, too. she wants the picturesque morning that some normal people have, she wants so much more in her own greed that felt bottomless like mai’s own. sadly, before she can act further on said greed, the pings of mai’s phone interrupts. not people she needs to worry about in how mai sounded at the disruption, she’ll take that as a better sign than whatever monsters she imagined in bed together.)
They can wait, anyway....
(her voice is thick with sleep as expected by the hum she did earlier, the sound of it lower than usual while cellinia keeps her attention on mai. the girls might ask why the wolf came in later than usual, problem is that exusiai can’t keep a secret to save her life. she’s sadly that kind of loud and proud girl, bombastic and cheery in her mannerisms while also coming off as strong. the others? they at least wouldn’t go around talking about their business. not while they’re in the loop, sora might even act like an excited senior again at the prospect of having someone along for their work. maybe even be more pleased she can have proper girl talk, she’s why the girls have clothes that are more fashionable. even why cellinia has cologne of certain notes by her suggestions and desire to not allow the gang to fall into some manner of fashion disaster as something mundane to their lives. it’s best to think about it later. the penguin logistics way has always been to roll with the vibes, not to think too much about anything. which also means cellinia shouldn’t do it while they’re entangled for a little longer.
she can tell mai is annoyed they’re interrupting. she can understand that, in how she rubs into her back again to soothe it. send it away for now, until they couldn’t any longer. her beautiful goddess with all her greed desires it. that they both don’t let what precious moments they have slip away when cellinia kisses her once again. the pressing of their bodies together, she can feel mai’s heart racing. her own is doing the same while she melts into her lips, her own once again parted slightly for her lover to deepen them as she pleases. cellinia’s already got her held in those inked arms of hers closely, close enough mai could push her to lay back if she wished to. whatever she wishes to do, she wouldn’t argue in how much she desires it. desires everything as they give to one another what remains of them, their every fractured and festered pieces of their souls. the parts of them that were tainted as they understand the anguish that goes deeper down to their souls. that someone knows this pain.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-15 11:37 pm (UTC)Mai, herself, is torn between giving into her persistent sleepiness, and stealing what waking moments she has remaining with her lover. Its obvious enough that her friends awaiting her back at home— back in reality— are impatient to pull her out of this lovely dream. Cellinia's nonchalant remark about them earns her a soft snort from Mai, who rolls her eyes and indulges in one final, deep kiss before drawing back, her hand falling from her lover's cheek to rest flat against her chest.]
Yeah, right. Does it sound like my friends are the patient types?
[The answer to that is obvious enough, though the constant pinging has slowed to a halt, leaving them in peace again. For now, Mai will take advantage of the slack in the arms around her to shift her weight against Cellinia, silently insisting that she lay back upon the sofa. Luckily, her wolf is tired enough that the task requires little effort on Mai's part. Likewise, Mai isn't energetic enough to do more than rest most of her weight atop Cellinia, treating her like a very comfortable cushion as she props one elbow upon the pillow beneath her lover's head, resting her cheek in her palm as she looks down at her. An unmistakable satisfaction glimmers in her tired eyes, a look that's certainly more than just a little selfish. She leans down to offer her more kisses, letting their tongues mingle for a spell, and pulls away to brush the dark hair from Cellinia's face, twirling the red-black strands idly between her fingers.]
You have no idea how many questions they're gonna ask me about you…
[Because as soon as Momo discovers— with relief, mind you— that Mai wasn't summoned back to her family estate out of the blue, that only leaves the more inappropriate conclusions left to be drawn. And since Mai hasn't yet rushed back to the dorms, complaints already rolling off her tongue at what a disappointing night she'd suffered through, then anyone clever enough would be able to put two and two together— that whoever she indulged in a little romp with was enjoyable enough to keep her interest for another day. And forget trying to deny anything once they find themselves in the shared baths together. One look at the love bites riddling her body would tell Momo all she needed to know, and Mai would never hear the end of her questioning, not until her senior was well-fed from the delicious gossip.
'Who is she? What's her name? Where'd you two meet? Is she cute? I wanna see a picture!
Right— she can already hear it in that sweet voice of hers, meddlesome and badgering in all of her excitement about Mai's very-lacking romantic life. Just the thought of it is enough to bring a wry smile to her lips as she lets the lock of Cellinia's hair fall from her fingers in favor of playing a little with her fluffy ears. She mulls over those questions, and what her replies could be, if she even wanted to be honest to begin with. Her thumb and forefinger stroke the edges of one wolfish ear, appreciating the soft fur there, and work their way up to the point before trailing back down to the base for a couple affectionate scratches.
Cellinia is cute. More than cute, really. She boasts a handsome beauty that was enough to entice Mai from that photo she had shared at the very beginning. Now that was a dangerous idea, sending it to Mai, dangerous in every satisfying way. Would she dare show it to anyone else, though? If the spell does indeed break once she steps foot outside of her lover's lair, then maybe it's best to keep this proof a close secret for a bit. A shame, though, that Cellinia won't have a memento to be lovesick over, herself.]
Anyway— don't try to tell me that you've got nothing important going on today.
[Cellinia is a working girl, after all. Pure serendipity had Mai seeking our her company's services, and somehow her luck still hasn't run out. Something tells her that she doesn't make a habit of shirking her professional responsibilities to lounge in 'bed' all day with a new lover, though. Another shame— but the rent on this place doesn't pay itself, right? It half dawns on Mai how sheltered she is, her life taken care of by the generosity afforded to her by virtue of her birth. Sure, she may not be a spoiled princess amongst the Zen'in, but they're proud enough not to leave her without her basic needs being met as long as she's obedient. She almost shudders at the idea of having to earn her keep in the civilian world, unmotivated and untalented as she is. Cellinia will get a little more of her admiration in this respect, then, for the mental fortitude it takes to support herself— as well as the independence it yields as a result. Maybe Mai is jealous, maybe just a little.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-16 01:22 am (UTC)she did mean that they could wait a little longer, it isn’t as though the wolf intends to keep her lover there forever. not unless she asked for it, demanded it of her beastly knight and wolf who charmed her princess and pretty goddess into her den. the deep kiss earns another soft sigh from her, the feeling of their lips molding together enough to make her melt to the kiss. though maybe she’s a little amused by the question. she can tell they aren’t. they’ve been sending texts for a bit now, ones that she stopped paying attention to whenever mai places her hand upon her bare chest.)
Sounds more like they’re only patient on a good day....
(somehow, her own hadn’t been as frantic. only the singular question, it must not have been exusiai asking. exusiai was the one that would barrage cellinia without a second thought with texts. sora and croissant only did in emergencies. as expected, it was easy to coax the wolf into laying back. her amber eyes are on mai’s hazel as sleep slowly begins to loosen its grasp on her mind, even if she is delightfully tired looking from how comfortable she is. she’s got her eyes on mai, not daring once to look away while she hovers over the wolf slightly with elbow propped up to look down at her. that selfishly satisfied look, it looks good on her. better than how mai looked like she were going through the motions more than living whenever cellinia went to get her. she’s admiring her more, her expression and those bruises and teeth marks the wolf left on her lover’s skin. her handiwork was a mix of haphazard and careful to not leave them anywhere too obvious. impatient yet patient in the way she gave her lover so many to carry. they looked good on her, too, is another thought cellinia has. the thought fades to another kiss, then another deep kiss. their tongues twining again with an idle ease to it.)
Mm? Like what?
(it’s not like she can deny it. she did leave plenty of marks for them to get an eyeful of from cellinia’s teeth and lips. those love bites were beautiful, how thorough she was in worship of her body while also giving her those heated whispers of her other language. how they were so pretty and making vows of their own in how she knew mai didn’t understand her. she’s left quite a few for those girls to see. maybe even to blush at themselves from how attentive she must have been. a score for mai in their eyes, truly. that she landed a girl so willing to cover her body in whatever markings that she could. markings that wouldn’t be seen by other people, that she could carry on her body while thinking about it even when they’ve faded away until the wolf renews them again. as though on a mission to make them almost permanent in how she’d cover her skin in those marks.
fortunately for them, she wouldn’t tell exusiai about this. she can already imagine her shouting, her frantic attempts at asking about it while telling the others. she couldn’t keep secrets to save her life, and she didn’t want mai to deal with her so soon.
HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOU MET A GIRL!?
never mind, she didn’t want to think of the way she’d scream about it. not even now while cellinia watches mai twirl the black and red strands of her hair, she isn’t sure what her lover is thinking about at the moment. at least what it could be to make her smile the way she did. she’ll learn later, possibly. not that she expects to meet her friends, not any time soon. cellinia’s own is more bound to meet mai instead. whenever her lover drops the stands of hair she idly played with, her eyes follow her hand out of curiosity until they reach their destination. her ears. those cute and fluffy ears in all their sharpness, the black and red fur soft to the touch. unsurprisingly the first one she touches does twitch, like it’s melting from how good that feels. cellinia herself can’t help the way she blushes, the ears of a wolf are sensitive places. the scratches aren’t helping her not look like she’s in heaven despite herself.
how cute of her, right? she is handsome, a handsome beauty, but she has her cute points. those ears are only part of it in how they twitch to her touch against that training she’s had since she was young. though she isn’t wrong, it is a pity cellinia won’t have a gift of her own to look at on her phone until they meet again. a picture she wouldn’t dare to share with others while she nuzzles into mai’s fingers from how good those scratches feel along the fur of her cute ears.)
They usually let me come in whenever, since I’m more likely to be awake around noon....but I can be tempted to stay home too on occasion.
(more than that. all mai had to do was tempt her into it, and she’d fall apart depending on what’s done. but she doesn’t just stay in bed typically, on her off days she might even be talked into going out with friends. at times, anyway. she did use to live a life of luxury, but that stopped after the destruction of her familiga. the extinction of them except for cellinia. then again, she didn’t really allow herself to not have some form of independence while abroad. she had many reasons to not trust people, given her gender and the fact that the heirs and heiresses could often be made targets themselves for their ages. to get rid of someone else from their wolf eat wolf world while pushing to overtake others. disgusting people. but she’s survived it, her fair share of that world. taking care of herself was only part of it, plus later it helped she did learn more on the road with her boss. he didn’t want her to be lazy.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-16 07:27 am (UTC)Sleep really would be delightful, and Mai would easily welcome more of it with how groggy she still feels, even amidst the excitement of her heart fluttering at the kisses that they exchange with pleasant sighs. Cellinia must certainly feel it, from how they're pressed together. At this point, she's probably even committed to memory the rhythm of Mai's heart whenever she's positively thrilled, such as in this moment with how her precious wolf looks up at her from this position. She gazes upon her with eyes that admire her as they always have, taking in her beauty as well as the pretty souvenirs left in careful places about her neck and collar.
Mai, too, has committed these beautiful eyes to memory. Even if she may not be able to completely hide the love bites from a pair or two of prying eyes, the splendid sight of Cellinia's adoration was just for her. In truth, she doesn't even think she would be able to describe it adequately enough for anyone to to understand, to visualize without witnessing it for themselves. She'll consider, though, the things she could illustrate, when Cellinia expresses curiosity at what her friends might ask of her.]
Oh, you know— the kinds of questions girls ask each other after a night like ours.
[It does beg the question, though: does Cellinia know? How girls enjoy gushing over their lovers, trading experiences and listening in rapt attention about all of the enthusiastic fun they had gotten up to with them? Just picturing her pretty, stoic wolf sitting in a circle with her friends and sighing wistfully about her is nearly enough to have her giggling, had she not smothered her overt amusement instead. Would you keep her a secret completely, Cellinia? Never breathing a word of Mai to any of those cheery girls within the picture frames, hiding the bites and bruises and scratches given to you eagerly without the same care you had taken when leaving your own? Would this little day off remain untouched by any mention of what transpired, or would the longing be obvious enough for someone to bother this somewhat solitary wolf about it until she gives in?
Slyly, Mai smiles at her own choice of words, her voice hardly concealing the pride she feels for their time spent together. If she really wanted to, Mai could say plenty without giving everything away. She could tell Momo— and maybe Kasumi, if she doesn't completely short-circuit at this kind of talk— all about how Cellinia was thorough and attentive while leaving proof of herself with every hard kiss and sinking of her teeth in places to be hidden beneath Mai's summer uniform. She could tell them about howwell Cellinia did as she was told, about the mesmerizing way she murmured devastating words of desire in her foreign tongue, about how it felt to give in to pleasure in the backseat of her luxurious car while the music played on the stereo. Yes, she could tell them plenty, if she wanted, while still keeping the best parts for herself. Because she refuses to share how Cellinia never took her eyes off of Mai in the throes of ecstasy, or how she begged Mai to haunt her, how she promised to ruin Mai and how she made good on that promise. And she would never, ever tell them how she had practically pleaded for Cellinia to erase her entire family in exchange for her body and soul— nor how easily Cellinia assured her that she would, as soon as Mai gives her the word.
That will forever remain their little secret. The cute expressions on Cellinia's face when Mai's fingers give attention to her fluffy ears can be yet another delight meant for just the two of them. Mai's eyes light up splendidly when she gets these darling reactions out of her handsome wolf, who looks positively blissed out from the sensations. She's given these ears her affections before already, usually during or after one of their more passionate activities, so there's a unique kind of amusement when they're the star of the intimacies on this perfectly lazy afternoon.]
Aw, you really like that, hmm? Want me to keep going, Cellinia?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, though the smile playing on her lips is as smug as ever. And while she wants to tease the answer from her lover's own mouth, Mai doesn't really need to wait for it before fulfilling this impulse, herself. She tends to the other ear after a bit, grinning when it twitches from her touch, and marveling at the handsome blush kissing Cellinia's cheeks as she nuzzles into Mai's fingers for more of this sweet contact. When she murmurs about the lenient nature of her job and hints that she's amenable to a day off, it only deepens the satisfaction written plain as day across Mai's features.]
Sounds like you're asking me to tempt you.
[She won't shy from calling her out, not when Cellinia isn't insisting that her work today comes first. If she truly didn't want to give Mai the power over how she'll spend her day, she would have pried the girl off of her and dismissed her, perhaps only giving her a ride back if it's convenient. But, as Mai has ascertained from their time together, Cellinia is far too well-mannered to display such a callous attitude after feeding her sweet passions and reverence. Ah, how good she has been to Mai thus far, that if she sincerely hopes for such a temptation, Mai would greedily jump at the chance to fulfill that hope— herself a fan of abandoning troublesome responsibilities in favor of a day spent doing little more than messing around.]
And what're you gonna do with me all day?
[They can sleep a bit more, if that's what they choose. Mai will have no strong objections to it, especially when she rests her head against Cellinia, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she yawns softly. But she knows that if she closes her eyes now, the decision will have already been made— so she adjusts herself so that her forearm is draped across the wolf's chest, with her chin propped up on top, just enough for her to keep peering at her lover with eyes that fight the urge to slumber again so soon.
At the very least, Mai will insist that feeding her falls somewhere near the top of that list, as well as letting her take a proper shower so that she doesn't have to return to the dorms with a head lousy with cowlicks. Cellinia would just have to wait her turn, unless she promises that she'll behave.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-16 06:35 pm (UTC)more of those soft lips, more of her teeth in her skin. her heartbeat, which she commits to memory as thought. ever devoted, never daring to take those searing eyes off her and how despite cellinia being tired, they stare so full of adoration. those marks would only be some of many offerings to treat her like something holy to their starved hearts, the starving souls within them that demand more. they want more. that sensation of their bodies melting to pieces while begging to be one, their desire to melt into only their souls remaining while the world itself knew nothing of this love that could only form between starved girls who could never be satisfied. not for long in their hunger, not even from that driving need to take more with everything they’re given. to take what they desire most and claim that this to themselves, is not love when it’s obvious to anyone else in this world. it is love. they’d see it in the way they stare, how they hide it in their lips against the others own. that way they’d even stay nearer in a desire to never let go after having so little that counts as truly theirs for quite some time. she would only give mai everything, the longer it goes on there is no disputing that. not even for a second.
she wouldn’t dare to describe the way she treats this girl like something holy. what words could come close to it and how she views her in their unholy and sinful lives as something more radiant than god above? there isn’t. there never would be while cellinia trades another kiss, another sigh for her. those eyes, they could only ever be hers. that’s not a question, either, in how she keeps staring at her. she might never be able to talk about her in a way that does her justice for her more persistent friends. they didn’t need to know it, not how she can treat her so much like she’s holy. like she’s worth that kind of adoration to be labeled a goddess by a wolf who had lost almost everything except for that life of hers.
but that’s the thing, she doesn’t know it. she is much more like a boy than one of those girls who would happily chat about their loves and the way that they make them feel. it’d be easier to get sora to speak of her own crushes than cellinia to speak about girl talk.
maybe she wouldn’t be the sort of girl to talk that way, but she is indeed the kind of woman that mai imagined having a gaze of longing. because she would. she’d be so full of it, of longing to see her again. of dreaming of her lips like the wolf had sworn in that desire to be haunted by her until she saw her again. she wouldn’t tell them about the vows, the promises. how she memorized those pretty sounds and wants. the way they promised to give one another their bodies, their souls, if they could never be parted during the biggest vow of them all. that she would, if asked, destroy them all. leaving nothing behind to liberate her from that world where nameless monsters sought to keep her to themselves. where she never had the taste of freedom she receives now from the wolf, the sweetest taste of it while this beautiful beast looks at her the way she does. do you want her to swear it so fervently, mai? that she would offer you the world and more for this love that thrums within them? that those monsters would die horribly before your own beautiful eyes that lit up at hearing her promises? she would give her that, she’d give her what remains of this ruined heart while they touch one another under the moonlight once again. maybe even under a ritual bathed in the full moon’s brilliant glow as it illuminates everything about the wolf before her.
all of it living up to her namesake, the moon, the heavens above. in her body that she gives mai, she’d fuck her under it in worship. in a reverence that has yet to fade with each touch granted to one another. but cellinia can’t help it, how her handsome and sharp features take something cuter in her nuzzling against her lover’s hand. like a pup demanding sweeter affection, this confirms what mai had hazily realized in their intimacy. that cellinia’s ears are sensitive, a spot she can naturally take advantage of while scratching at them or more than that.)
Yes....
(she murmurs it without much shame, but she didn’t need to have it or her pride with her beautiful red riding hood when they’re alone. from how her eyes lit up, mai must been enjoying that cellinia could blush like this. react so cutely, even. the sweet coo’s enough to make her relax more while they lay together. she might have almost dozed off had it not been for the wolf forcing herself to focus on mai. no, she didn’t want to waste this chance for them to have more precious moments together until they would have to part temporarily. as much as the wolf hates the idea, she knows they’d have to and their next meeting would only have them sinking again in the rain. until they have their fill again.
though it seems mentioning her schedule is loose a bit when it comes to work has drawn mai’s attention more. she must be pleased at the idea of tempting her, tempting her into staying longer and giving her more of that sweet poison called love. that tail of hers rests calmly off the side of the sofa, the blankets half cover them when they’re lying around like this while the wolf commits to memory next the way that deep satisfaction comes along into her eyes. her expression, too. as expected, mai must really want that chance to spend a little more time together before their depressing realities need them to return for a time to it.)
I could be. If you’re wanting to tempt me, as much as you desire to.
(no, she is asking for it. it’s as mai had known of her, she isn’t the type to force away someone after giving her these sweet delights. she gave her such reverence, such worship, that she couldn’t have done that. it would be easier to say that she would have gone out of her for her lover despite her demeanor and the ice, the thorns, that surround her often to do more than others has. every bit a chivalrous girl, even without being among familiga born children and more. mai’s greed is going to be rewarded, especially with some of the prospective ideas that could come up from it.)
Mm, lunch, a warm bath, a bit of spoiling?
(she did notice her little red riding hood is struggling a bit, even while she settles to lay against her more. from the way she wanted to fall back asleep, too. the yawn wasn’t missed, neither was how her eyes seem like they were wanting to close. cellinia reaches to rub her back again slowly while mai props herself up against her forearm along her chest. they really did wear one another out, but it was worth it. that’s how the wolf views it. her beautiful wolf, who happens to be slightly amused that it could happen to her. or that they can have something veering towards a bit of domestic bliss before the inevitable return to their dreary days apart.
don’t worry, she can behave if mai did want to bathe together....until mai decides she wants to misbehave instead.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-18 01:45 am (UTC)One night isn't enough, a fact that both Mai and Cellinia can accept to be true, a conclusion that they can both agree upon without ever needing to breathe a word of it to one another. Though, how necessary are words when the love-starved parts of their souls can recognize a kindred heart behind the walls they've built up? It's fine— the feelings that they've uncovered speak to each other in a language all their own. Whatever these two lovers wouldn't dare utter to any of their friends would undoubtedly be made plain before one another instead. Words could never encapsulate the liberation they've tasted when feasting upon one another so eagerly. Let their hearts be the ones to convey such sensations with each beat exchanged. Because who else could understand the temptation of freedom, the shocking sweetness of love, offered to them by chance like this? How strange, that they found one another— that they fell into such an entanglement that was only ever meant to be physical, and yet it had just as swiftly become a path towards a world where their pain and sins would be vindicated.
Oh, the brilliant moonlight would miss the sight of them together, wouldn't it? Even the moon would yearn to kiss along their flesh as they surrendered to a love both heaven-wrought and hell-destined. How it might even praise Cellinia, this beautiful sinner of a wolf who carries its silvery glory in her name, the moment she would have her goddess upon her altar to worship once more.
For now, though, it is beneath the summer light of the sun that stretches across the living room that the goddess repays her devotee's worship with a manner of affection that she so adores. Mai grins even more widely at how Cellinia acquiesces to even more of those tender scratches given to her ears. How precious! There's no need for shame or pride to get in the way of this innocent gratification. Cellinia can soften against Mai's touch as much as it pleases her, she can blush and sigh and nuzzle against her to her heart's content. Mai will enjoy her fill, too, of course, watching in amused wonderment how those cute ears twitch and ease whenever she rubs them just right, and she'll delight in how soft the dark fur feels beneath her fingertips. Handsome Cellinia, scarred and rough as her body is, could still boast a pretty softness in her wolfish ears and that sweet flush deepening on her cheeks.
It seems as if Mai's greed is being rewarded in many ways, from her darling wolf's suggestions for another stolen day enjoyed together.]
Hmph— who's tempting who, now?
[It's obvious enough that she doesn't mind any of Cellinia's ideas— none of them involve their mundane lives, and while goodbyes are certainly looming come day's end, Cellinia knows better than to even mention it. It pleases Mai, knowing that her lover is just as reluctant for their time together to come to a close. You're the one tempting her, now, beautiful wolf, but Mai certainly intends on giving you enough affection to make it worth your while. After all, declaring the desire to spoil her? Careful, now— a wandering cat who gets a taste of the spoiled life will never leave once they know who to appeal to for it.
For her part, Mai melts a bit and sighs contentedly at Cellinia's hand stroking idly along her back. This slice of domestic bliss is so unfamiliar for this lonely pair, but it suits them all the same. Who knows when they will meet again— but they will, won't they? It aches to even think that today would be a stroke of luck, but at least that ache can spur them to eschewing sleep in favor of enjoying each other's company for a little longer. ]
But I'm only taking a bath with you if you can keep your hands to yourself.
[Oh, Mai can talk a big game, but despite the haughtiness of her tone, she can't conceal the small twitches of a smile that wishes to blossom at her own declaration. Their previous attempt at a shower was a mutual failure, Mai's trouble-making tendencies getting the better of her, and eliciting a satisfying reaction when Cellinia had gotten beautifully fed up with her teasing. Would they fare any more successfully a second time? Fortunately for both of them, Mai is well aware that it will be her own adherence to good behavior that will determine if this promising warm bath will actually leave them both clean. The two of them know that this girl has a penchant for making mischief— though the prospect of getting to soap up those adorable ears might entice her to play nice. Ah well, if Mai isn't going to keep her hands to herself, then it would only be fair to permit Cellinia the same freedom.]
Fine— you get to have me for another day. But that means that I get to have you, too.
[She's spoiled already, no thanks to her chivalrous wolf. Mai tilts her head up just enough to pepper kisses along Cellinia's jaw, feeling pleased about their day ahead.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-18 06:19 pm (UTC)one night would never be enough. they need more than a single night, they need so much more than that. words are unsaid, but they know it. how long could they go without it? they’d feel like sweet death approaches them. a demand of its own due for the grave mistake of falling fast and hard into a deep longing. they’d long, they’d fall apart, they’d lose their minds imagining that touch they miss. those lips they want against their own. their bodies that they memorized as a personal canvas for one another. mai calling cellinia’s own perfect, cellinia treating her every bit like a goddess in exchange while thinking mai’s own body is far more perfect than her own which carries scars and ink etched into the skin. they need it. they starve for it, they have to have it and more than that in the way that they couldn’t get enough of one another. their starving hearts, their starving souls which could only keep demanding in all it’s greed. greed which would never let go of them as long as they breathe. how terrible is it that two sinners would want to never stop their feast? they became entangled in one another, and this is the price they must pay. a price that neither girl seems to mind paying if it meant this feeling never faded away.
with the moon witnessing their worship and adoration on an altar of flesh, it would shine down and envelop them. taking the reverent touches, the feverish desire shared between their starving bodies as its own offering. the night is for the lovers, as they often say. liberating them, freeing them as their bodies in a sense join again and again. it’s only fitting that the girl carrying the moon as her namesake treats her goddess to that endless depth of desire shared between them. in her tongue and in how she’d make her feel loved unlike those who came before her. especially unlike the rotten bastards who had ruined her into this misery they’ve both shared without knowing.
but enough about that, her body is relaxed. her tension melts away to the sensation of mai’s fingers tenderly scratching into the fur of her ears. how they work into rubbing their softness and the fluff of them with a natural ease. like she’s done it before in how cellinia relaxes beneath her. her innocent gratification met with a relaxed wolf who nuzzles into her for more. the twitch of those ears only shows how happy she is about it. with the sun as a warm backdrop to them, she melts. there aren’t a lot of soft patches of skin along her body. honestly, it would be easier to find scars more than soft skin, anyway. the black fur of her ears, her tail, however? they’re the softest parts of cellinia. places she doesn’t quite always allow others to touch which is a privilege that her lover alone has. one that cellinia doubts she’d desire to share knowing she likely isn’t the only one that’s possessive. mai did seem the type to be, which suits the wolf just fine.
beautiful mai, who she was promising more in return for the way they’re both too greedy for their own good when it comes to one another. it must be the way their hearts demand it. why wouldn’t it be? they’ve never had someone that could make them feel this way. not even feel as warm as they do. so, she’ll answer that desire for more and that unending greed with her own desires.)
You know you enjoy it.
(cellinia doubts they’d both stop enjoying this, but it’s a temptation she gives. one which is time spent away from their mundane lives. more of it, even. she’s reluctant, of course she is, because why wouldn’t she be after finding someone that makes her feel something more than she has in quite some time? it’s only fitting, the beautiful and handsome wolf tempts her lovely little red riding hood. or isn’t it supposed to be that way, for you with all of it? she’ll tempt you, she’ll even give you all that you could ever ask for, mai. cellinia won’t half ass it in how much she makes her burn with desire. she’ll take a wandering cat lovingly into her home and keep said cat forever were it possible. spoil her thoroughly, that goes without saying.
they’ll meet again, if cellinia can help that. she has no intention of letting this end the same way mai doesn’t want it to end. it’s only fitting that they both don’t let go. because of that, cellinia would even be on the lookout for her call were her workplace to get another unusual order of ammo and snacks. for now, they should enjoy this time they steal together. shrug off sleeping more until later while they chase more of what they want from one another in familiar and unfamiliar domestic bliss between two lone souls.)
Mm, fine. I can behave.
(until she doesn’t. they both know cellinia only started to misbehave when mai pressed her in the right ways. delightfully so in how she pinned her lover to the shower door glass, she almost could have gotten on her knees for her again there. if lucky, they might last the bath without misbehaving. mai would get to touch those fluffy ears as much as she desires during it, and cellinia would even allow her to do the same with her even fluffier tail as another reward for behaving. that’s if they can, she doubts it would be for long. maybe not long enough to wash anywhere else, but enough that mai could touch those ears she adores to her heart’s content. if they can, then it’s only fitting cellinia gives her goddess more rewards in exchange for it.)
I’ll be sure to treat you well again, Mai....
(a shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of her lips roaming along her jawline whenever the wolf purrs that out lowly, she’s glad that this was a pleasing enough offer. if only for a little longer before reality beckons them away.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-20 06:57 am (UTC)A day might come when they might even give up anything to stave away the swell of nightmares that would no doubt torment them during their time apart. Mai had slept sweetly within Cellinia's arms, after all. Not a single dreadful dream danced across the darkness of her slumber. None of the cruel images, conjured from equally cruel memories, had sprouted from the bliss that blanketed her heart after being so faithfully worshipped by her lover, this lover who oh so nobly made her promises that would besmirch any honest knight.
How fortunate Mai was, this first night, to not have suffered the frightening sights of the very things she and Cellinia conspired to make reality. Yet the undercurrent of unease that swells without her awareness shall make her understand soon enough, that she isn't going to be so lucky in the coming nights. The moon that once kissed her flesh so lovingly as she gave in to her wolf's reverence would not be so tender to her going forward, nor would it shield her from the nightmares that lie in wait, that gleefully anticipate the moment when Cellinia's protection is loosened. For they know, those monsters of men who stalk her memories, they know how Mai longs to punish them. These figments lurking in her mind bore witness to her pleading as she deigned to sully her body under the hands of a beast, and they shall unleash their wrath upon her as soon as she tries to reclaim another sweet night of sleep. Yes, those horrifying monsters, well at home in every recess of her mind, will punish her soundly in every nightmare she will endure henceforth. They'll do their damnedest to try to twist her mind against you, precious wolf, before she can even give you the word to carry out your storm of blood and vengeance. Oh, how the ancient Zen'in roots would tear ruthlessly at what dares to grows between these lovers in the nights apart, the nights to come. A single evening is not nearly enough to mend two hearts completely— she'll seek you out until you rid her of those monsters for good, Cellinia.
Yet, for now, they shall scheme and plot in her subconscious while the sun casts its light upon her, blinding Mai to the troubles kept at bay in the company of her handsome wolf. It's rather easy to ignore the things she can't control when in her hands is a manner of happiness that she crafts, herself. Cellinia is certainly correct in her assumption of Mai's possessiveness. Truly, she shouldn't expect any less of a girl whose greediness merely masks a lonesome tendency to cling to whatever gives her that sense of belonging she's been chasing without much success. In this moment, as she caresses her lover's ears, Mai belongs to Cellinia as much as Cellinia belongs to her. She tempts as much as she is tempted, and of course she enjoys it, even if she avoids confirming it to her lover outright. The only answer she'll give is a knowing smile, and even a soft snort at Cellinia's vow to behave whenever they do share that bath. Her eyes, a bit more awake now, glimmer with a mischievous look that doesn't put much faith in either of them, though it doesn't carry any disappointment over it, either.]
I'm in your care, Cellinia.
[Whatever politeness normally expected from this customary expression is replaced by Mai's good-natured wickedness. She delights in Cellinia's eagerness to make this 'day off' a splendid one for them, and enjoys even more the slight tremble she feels beneath her from the kisses she gives. Ah, Cellinia wants to be treated well, too. Such a difficult task, she thinks with a self-satisfied laugh as she shifts to sit up a bit, enough that she somewhat straddles Cellinia's hips. Admiring the blush that still lingers from before, Mai cups her lover's face and leans in, chastely kissing everywhere touched by that lovely pink flush, and giggling playfully as she does. It's a shame— she'll miss how comfortable Cellinia is to rest upon, even for all of her sturdiness. Mai will just have to commit it all to memory while she still has the chance.]
All right, all right— we should get up, now…
[Yet Mai doesn't move much from her position, content with littering her pretty wolf with kisses until either one of them decides that enough's enough. How beautifully Cellinia blushes, how wonderfully it graces her stoic features. She's already treated Mai so well as it is, why not reward a cute pup with plenty of affection to call her own?]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-20 07:19 pm (UTC)neither does the torment of loathsome pasts fade, cruel memories would only be there to drag them down again. again, again, and again. this may not last or so cellinia thinks for a brief moment. everyone eventually leaves her for any number of reasons, but she would not focus on it. what she fixates on is the two of them. how they guarded one another for this night alone, for the first time in ages into a restful slumber while cellinia offers safety in her arms. those inked in monochrome arms that were strong themselves. who needed a perfect knight of purity and goodness when she was better the way that she is? honorable, disgraced, noble, and even willing to kill anyone in the way of them. in the way of their love.
nightmares are only part of their tortured lives, their lives full of their own misery that nobody else could ever touch. the nameless monsters may never be given names to this wolf, but that didn’t mean she would allow them to force their will upon her. for her lover, she would punish them. that they may be ended when the words leave her lips. in fire, in blood, and in all the freedom that this poor goddess could ever dream of. this princess who had been seen as a disgrace herself, locked away and forced to serve those who deemed themselves above her. her hands would never let go of her, oh would she try and keep you safe despite being only human in a sense, darling princess. the hands of a beast who would make them feel nothing except rage at learning the way she would touch this girl. how she offers her sweet sighs and more to the moon, how she takes them as her own offering for keeping her forever as her own. they’ll do what they see fit, the same way her own nameless monsters would. but the wolf won’t ever let herself leave you, mai, her door would never close for as much as your heart desires. it’d stay open. welcoming you into this precious wolf’s den again for her to chase away everything once again.
for now, they can carry on and think nothing about it. nothing else other than their wish for this reprieve. in her blushing cheeks from the happiness they’ve carefully begun to craft together as their own, they’d have their pains, but that can be another time when they come. the mischief in her eye and that smile tells cellinia plenty, she’s pleased. pleased as those hands work their way along soft fur in her ears which twitch at the attention she grants them. she’d tempt her goddess beautifully and also take any temptations offered to her without question by this very same princess and goddess. she can try to behave, she will try, but they both know that’s bound to not happen. still. it’s an offer given, neither side might act on behaving for long when in their presence. that’s only another part of this paradise born from hell that they’re slowly making together inch by inch in the bliss they receive.)
Of course, Mai.
(she murmurs it, her gaze fixated above her when mai shifts to straddle along her hips. soft hands cup her cheeks, the look of admiration in her lover’s eyes is enough to tell cellinia at this point that she has something else she wants to do first. the pink dusting those fair cheeks from someone as stoic as cellinia is prominent, lingering yet not completely faded when her lips start to brush along them. marking it as another canvas in chaste affections as the wolf relaxes to her hold, those amber eyes never leaving her hazel ones again when they both know, they’re reluctant to get up. to separate for now. alas, nothing would get done if they did stay laying there all day and night. food would do them some good, cellinia did need to wash her bedding, and they had laundry on top of needing a bath.)
We should....
(yet neither side moves, not yet. what her wolf does is sit up a bit more, to catch her lips in how she angles herself. to sneak in a kiss, then another, a third, and....ah, she’s getting a bit too carried away whenever cellinia pauses her lips. they can kiss one another more while in the bath.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-21 01:31 am (UTC)For now, perhaps these tender kisses would weave them just a bit more tightly together, whispering wordlessly to them that they may always find the softness that they so desperately seek against one another's lips.]
Fine, fine…
[Mai mumbles unhurriedly between the kisses she lays across Cellinia's cheeks. Okay, so they both at least understand that lazing about, though quite pleasurable, would only serve to eat away at their time left together. Indeed, nothing at all will get done if they indulge too heavily in this lovely spell of idleness. Domestic bliss can be savored in all of the other tasks they ought to carry out before it's time to say goodbye— Mai is, whether she likes it or not, used to bearing the brunt of tedious household chores, though she's more amenable to helping out this time because it's for Cellinia and not an annoyingly overly-critical family. Besides, that would just leave more time for Mai and her darling wolf to spoil one another after all of the boring essentials are out of the way. When they get to that point— which they really should soon, despite neither of them desiring to curtail this sweet exchange of kisses. Cellinia isn't making it any easier with how she lets her greediness get the better of her, wanting more of Mai's affections given directly to her lips, instead.]
Fine— since you're no help, Cellinia.
[Laughter dances in her words, even as she rolls her eyes after one last kiss she permits Cellinia to sneak in. Mai relishes the tiny spark of hunger that dares to snuff out the remnants of fatigue in those amber eyes, though she'll miss how sweet her sleepy wolf looked earlier. Right— nothing lasts forever, but that'll just beckon Mai to try to recapture that sight with her own eyes some other time. Her hands fall from Cellinia's face and she sits up fully, now, shifting to swing her legs over the edge of the sofa.]
All right, I'll go and run the bath. Don't forget to take care of my uniform— unless you wanna see how well I can pull off your clothes.
[Goodness— Mai will have to bite her cheek at her own unintended remark. It goes without saying that she has already proven that she can pull off Cellinia's clothes rather well. Of course she'll be needing her uniform back anyway, but will her lover really miss a hoodie and a pair of shorts for a few days? Besides, that would just ensure them a reason to meet up again, wouldn't it? Something decidedly not delivery-related, though Mai can probably drum up some manner of shopping list for Cellinia to take care of for her. A girl has needs, after all, and now Mai knows that she has one very handsome delivery girl to take care of nearly all of them.
Once standing, Mai stretches and sighs before swiping the blanket and draping it over herself like a mantle fit for a well-bred lady. She casts a haughty look over her shoulder at Cellinia— oh, did you want to see her traipse around your den without a stitch on her, darling wolf? No matter if you've already committed every inch of her bare flesh to memory, she'll gleefully pretend that she can still hide away something that her lover might yearn to feast her eyes upon, even if it's only for a short moment before they find themselves bathing together. Without another word, but with a look that says it all, Mai slinks out of the living room and into the bathroom. A few moments pass before the sound of running water spills from the open door, drowning out Mai's curious hums as she snoops around for bottles of anything interesting.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-21 02:40 am (UTC)the kisses are a temptation in themselves, to give in a little longer. to push a little more from chaste to something more. how could they not want more? neither of them are in a hurry, no matter the way they said they ought to get up. which is what makes it so difficult, troublesome really, to part from a comfort they’ve found they enjoy too much for their own good when she hums in response idly to her lover’s words.
they really are hopeless, aren’t they? giving in to a little bliss and so soon. not rushing themselves to part, either. they should know better than to get caught up in it when they should tend to themselves first. the kisses cellinia sneaks in are a little greedy, but can you blame her for that, mai? she hasn’t had a touch like yours, not once. helpful, anyway, that she isn’t the sort of demanding girl with chores. she’ll do her part and help as befitting her own role. truly, she can be such a boy and yet also softer than one in the things this wolf could do without arguing. she does do her own share of the chores, her apartment is spotless for a reason despite the organized clutter here and there. of books, music, and movies she found herself the new owner of.)
Sorry....
(she’s not sorry. the last kiss she sneaks in of her lips is enough to help melt away the fatigue more, sleepiness fades to a softened up expression. those eyes again full of reverence and all solely on mai. the girl that would have them alone. nothing lasts forever, perhaps, but later mai would get to memorize her face again in bed. on another sleepy morning or afternoon shared between them where her sleepy wolf might even find herself kissing her darling lover all over again into awakening sweetly. she misses her hands already, but she doesn’t stop her. not from getting up, not even from the part where cellinia almost snorts at mai suggesting she might want to wear more of her clothes.
she did leave that dress shirt for her in the bathroom, to wear until her uniform was washed up. the truth is that cellinia would be comfortable with mai taking as she pleases from her closest, the selection of hoodies, sweaters, whatever she pleases of her trendy yet masculine collection. sora’s handiwork that she has a decent closet and cellinia’s own taste factoring in since she did have a good sense of style. she finds she can’t keep her eyes off mai even now, watching the way she moves after she commented about pulling off her wolf’s clothes. she’s debating on it, giving her something to wear from her closet if she wants something more comfortable while waiting on her clothes to wash. or even letting mai grab whatever she pleases.
both would be good, but enough about those thoughts. the blanket lifts off her body, her rather handsome wolf even is unfazed but it doesn’t help the way she looks at her. oh. she misses seeing her bare already, it leaves little to the imagination of thinking about reaching over to remove it. unraveling it from her lover before they dip into the warm water of their hopefully relaxing bath. best to save those thoughts for later. another time, whenever they both weren’t trying to make the most of this bliss they’re crafting with their own hands. carving into their souls and into their lives gradually as something more than their dreary mundane moments.
but at the same time, her gaze follows her lover off into the distance. into the bathroom, watching her every moment and how the blanket when she catches that haughty look. almost like she flirts again with the wolf by pretending she hasn’t committed her body to memory. that mantle of a blanket suits her too well, cellinia thinks more to herself. she’ll be sure to later give you more than what you ordered, mai. your shopping list and time spent away from the gaze of others before the wolf gets on her feet. she’s next in the bathroom, if only to retrieve their clothes. the uniform and cellinia’s own while mai hums that tune of hers and looks around.
cellinia won’t be in there for long, given she did quietly prowl off after to retrieve her bedding to go with their laundry. the bottles of shampoo and conditioner were plenty. seems like her wolf does put in effort for self-care. good, right? especially with fur like hers, the additional parts of herself that she’d have to take care of.)
no subject
Date: 2025-04-21 07:10 am (UTC)Maybe she would leave herself behind, too. Traces of Mai that would eventually find their spots in the nondescript corners of this apartment— clothes or facewash or cans of her favorite soft drinks. Her scent on Cellinia's pillows, on one she might decide is her favorite whenever she isn't using her heartbeat to lull her to sleep. Something to make her equally as real during the in-between moments, anything that would keep her in someone's memory when she was out of their arms. Blame it on her various complexes, the ones that never fail to remind her that she's forgettable even when she tries her hardest not to be.
Until then, she'll just have to content herself with wearing the scent of Cellinia's soap, and the faint fragrance of tobacco and cologne lingering on the clothes she'll borrow while waiting for her uniform to be cleaned. It's fine— it's good enough, it'll have to be, because she can't bring Cellinia back with her, nor can she overstay her welcome, even if Cellinia had suggested keeping her. It almost certainly wasn't a joke, but… logic and reason are starting to creep their way into this reverie. There's only one sure way for Cellinia to keep her, and Mai doesn't want to tread close to that option right now.
For now, Mai is fine pretending as if they're normal lovers who merely want to cling to one another for just a bit longer, steal a few more kisses before responsibilities hasten them apart. Mai, of course, doesn't buy Cellinia's apology for a second. That's fine, though, because when has Mai ever been sorry for trouble she's caused for them, thus far? She's certainly not apologetic for cloaking her figure in the blanket, gleeful at the expression on Cellinia's face, one that betrays how accustomed she was to the unimpeded view before. Too bad— but you'll be able to to feast your eyes to your heart's content whenever the bath is sufficiently drawn, greedy little wolf.
Atop the bathroom counter sits the shirts that Cellinia had set out for them to wear last night, before the two of them opted not to even bother with clothing in the height of their splendid frustrations. If Mai were to lounge around here for the remainder of the day, then she sees no problem wearing only that simple dress shirt. A treat for Cellinia pretty eyes, perhaps, if she'll let Mai wear it for long enough to enjoy the sight. Of course, if they are to find themselves wandering about for a proper meal, then it goes without saying that they'd need to dress respectably. But if Cellinia wants to keep her goddess for her eyes only, then really, anything goes.
An oddly comfortable silence befalls them as they tend to their respective tasks. The rush of water into the bathtub is rather soothing, a rhythmic white noise that keeps Mai's mind from wandering too far. Hearing Cellinia taking care of laundry in the next room almost feels too normal and domestic, in a way that tugs at her heart in a way she's unfamiliar with, but nevertheless a way she secretly wants to experience again sometime. Along the edge of the bathtub are a few bottles she's picked out from Cellinia's surprisingly impressive selection. There was even a brand there that Mai sometimes used, another surprise. She'll hold her tongue at a joke she wants to make at thinking she was going to find some dog shampoo mixed in with the more normal options. She can be nice!]
Almost ready.
[She calls out, dipping her hand into the water to test the temperature of their bath. Mai keeps it a little less hot than she normally prefers, but it's comfortable enough to soothe whatever stiffness comes with sleeping on sofas. Next time, she'll avoid wrecking the bed too much for them to enjoy a proper night's sleep there.]
no subject
Date: 2025-04-21 09:51 pm (UTC)some horror, some romance, some action. the list goes on for what’s lying around when mai grows that curious to look through her belongings. anything more personal is kept in her nightstand. but that’s a worry for another time, her lover could make a list if she liked of things she would want to be kept around cellinia’s apartment for visits. even that’s only a start while the wolf attempts ignoring the way her more logical and reasonable sides tells her that she shouldn’t expect much. to stop getting her expectations up. no matter the way she wants to leave her scent on mai, or how mai wants to leave such lingering gifts. memorizing her heartbeat while they fall asleep together, pretending they were more than their sins. perhaps pretending they were human, more human than they’d ever feel. if her lover struggles with being forgotten, then cellinia would never forget her. not in how those eyes of hers sat so pretty on mai like she’s all that mattered in their world built around being broken to pieces.
it was enough that they wanted more, that they wanted to leave the little pieces of themselves for one another. that it was beyond what had started. however long mai desires to stay, she’d never let go. not even in their lowest of thoughts and expectations for themselves with their views on how little they deserve such good. for that, she’ll give her freedom. freedom to take what she pleases, to carry out clothes covered in the faint scent of nicotine and cedar scented cologne. the wood notes of it being soothing and subtle while mixed into the scent of rain she also carries.
here they could be whatever they desired. a pair of girls pretending to be lovers while also not realizing how real it felt, how the feeling of domesticity itself was foreign and warm. like another blanket around them in this sweet dream they’re part of. they’re together. covering one another in the things they wish to haunt and be haunted by, as if that could chase away nightmares that would never leave them. it’d be nice if it could. if the love they deny could envelop them and keep away such terrible dreams until they unite again. she didn’t mean that apology, as they both know, despite her disappointment that mai had covered up from enjoying the view she was given. later, then, she would satisfy her greed more. because she knows, her precious little red riding hood can be a greedy thing herself.
she’ll likely, if her lover wants to go out, allow her to raid her closet for anything she might wish to wear. undressing her, though? that depends on her lover. on if, she presses into that unending desire to feel one another again. the dress shirt was only something she picked out for ease and comfort, cellinia herself had chosen another tank top to wear. nothing more to go with them lounging. she did assume they’d both want to relax before figuring out what they might do for their late lunch. there is always ordering, as cellinia can admit she’s done when she didn’t feel like cooking.
better to figure it out later, because she could easily want to keep her eyes on her goddess alone for a little longer. it’s comfortable, this quiet and how they seem to fall into it naturally. the washer starts with a low hum, their clothes and her bedding tucked away inside while the wolf reaches for a couple of towels that were kept in a cabinet within. convenient, really, that she keeps some of them in the laundry room to change out when her others might need washing in her bathroom closet. mai’s voice cuts through her thoughts, her thinking, right. time for reality again whenever she comes back within the bathroom. towels both in hand, her brushes would be grabbed later.
they’d need them, plus she rather mai not be confused why one of them was full of fur instead of hair. cellinia did keep separate ones for the sake of brushing out that tail of hers alone without needing to overcomplicate it. having to care for fur can be a considerable pain, but not too much of one.)
Got the laundry going, maybe we can figure out lunch after?
no subject
Date: 2025-04-23 02:00 am (UTC)Nevertheless, Mai might find herself retracing those skipped steps, in her own furtive way. Her lover can wear all of the secrets she pleases, but her greedy fingers will sift through as many as she'll be able to. When Mai already has something as ironclad as a vow promising blood-drenched freedom, it becomes easier to want to learn more about what exactly makes someone this willing to devote herself so ardently. It's obvious, the perilous undercurrents that course beneath her darkly-inked and silvery-scarred skin— but that won't be enough for Mai, the longer they indulge in this affair. She'll want to know everything, one way or another, even if it means inevitably overstepping the lines she cannot yet ascertain.
Fortunately, she is still shrugging off the last remnants of weariness to really plan her nosy expedition into her lover's personal life. Cellinia appears not long after Mai calls out to her, the hum of the washing machine dulled even further when she closes the bathroom door behind her partway. It tickles Mai for some reason, knowing that this pretty wolf had been tending to some chores in an effort to keep her little den tidy and livable, nary a complaint on her lips. Sure, Cellinia may live like a guy in some respects, but she's far more responsible than any that Mai had the misfortune of living with— it's quite endearing.
She sits up a bit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and grinning at the nonchalant expression on her lover's face.]
Fine with me. You've got me kind of curious about what wolves like to eat. Aside from candy and girls.
[No, she can't resist slipping in this little quip, letting her hand stroke at the dark fluff of Cellinia's tail whenever she's near enough to set their towels down upon the counter. Mai doesn't ignore for an instant that she's in the presence of a beast— a splendid one, but a beast all the same. She sports plenty of bite marks reminding her of this fact, but she knows well enough that Cellinia isn't going to suggest hunting for some raw flesh for their meal. As evidenced by the mostly normal way she appears to live, Cellinia is almost certainly just like any other girl with a sweet tooth. Another endearing aspect of hers— that they can share a taste for yet another thing that isn't exactly the best for them.
Once the water level in the bathtub is satisfactory enough, Mai leans over to twist the nozzle to stop the stream. A pleasant steam lingers in the air, condensing lightly upon Mai's skin exposed beneath the blanket still loose around her torso. She rises from her place at the edge of the bathtub, and leans against the wall wearing that self-satisfied smile again. Even wrapped up still, Mai cuts a lovely figure, her hand delicately gesturing out from beneath the blanket and towards the tub.]
Well? It's only polite for me to let my hostess to go first, so— after you.
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From: