[ she really... loves it when he calls her that. some stirring in her, low down in her belly, but high up in her heart, too. ]
Once, I tried. [ one of the very first things he had wanted then, too. in that prison... ] Hahh! You really are so like him, even half again so young.
[ what a bolstering feeling that is. her tail, up until now lying very limp over her hip and thus the edge of the chaise lounge, sways once. back, forth. Sprezzatura holds the flame beneath his pipe.
she wants... something. more than the slow, suffusing warmth the opium imparts.
something...
ah. she knows. the tiniest raising of her brows, here, and a muscle twitching her lips at each corner. barely notable at all. ]
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Once, I tried. [ one of the very first things he had wanted then, too. in that prison... ] Hahh! You really are so like him, even half again so young.
[ what a bolstering feeling that is. her tail, up until now lying very limp over her hip and thus the edge of the chaise lounge, sways once. back, forth. Sprezzatura holds the flame beneath his pipe.
she wants... something. more than the slow, suffusing warmth the opium imparts.
something...
ah. she knows. the tiniest raising of her brows, here, and a muscle twitching her lips at each corner. barely notable at all. ]
This... is good.
[ the opium. ]