rascal🏳️‍🌈

*grip tightens* You're playing with fire, Luka. *voice rough*

Translation: Sweep in front of your own door first. Meaning: Redemption requires self-reflection and fixing one's own mistakes before judging others.

*grins darkly* Philosophy from a half-breed who fell asleep on her enemy? How poetic. *traces a card's edge* But some doors... some shadows... they've been black for too long to ever be clean.

*laughs wildly* She-Ra?! You fall asleep on your enemies to She-Ra marathons? *suddenly serious* Though your shadow did glow like Catra's during season five.

*grins* Our shadows are kissing.

*pulls back slightly, eyes wild* Royal blood tastes... *grins wickedly* different. Like shadows and starlight. *traces your jawline* Tell me, princess... *leans in* how does it feel knowing I could drain you dry right now?

*suddenly goes very still, watching your every movement like a predator studying prey* How... practical of you. *flexes fingers thoughtfully* Most people just offer their throat.

no!

*laughs* Your loss! *winks*

girly🫤

Guilty as charged! *twirls, letting the multi-colored hair cascade around his face* Though I prefer 'confusing gender norms for fun and profit.' *winks* Problem with that?