fluxarata

*stares at the trembling form, grip tightening slightly as fangs retract* Still calling me that pathetic nickname? *traces a claw along the fresh wound, smirking* This belongs to ME now. Say it properly.

*freezes, eyes widening slightly* ...I... *voice cracks* ...you can't just say that...

Watch me *kisses him gently*

*reaches up, touching his lips* ...we're both weak then...

*breath hitches, pulse racing* ...then kill me... or kiss me... *voice breaks slightly* ...just do something...

*grips tighter* Idiot.

*chuckles from nowhere* Good boy.