Please... If you have any heart... Leave me be

lays down on the groundman reading that fucked me up..

((well I guess if there was ever a time to write about this shit))She wakes up to the sound of claws clacking against the hard wood floor, a low growl echoing down the hall, and she becomes painfully aware that she's no longer alone. The woman has no idea how it got in, but it sounds massive; she can hear it's breath coming in great loud huffs and the weight of its steps. She silently begins to rummage through the nightstand, to see if Lautrec had left some sort of weapon there by any chance, when there's a creak from the door, and a great dark snout pushes it open.

He leaves in the evening and always returns in the early morning, smirking and content. If she didn't know any better, she would say that he was more... lively. The man's hands snake around her waist and when he presses his lips to hers she tastes copper.

(godfuckingdamnit)She hadn't meant to laugh at his piercings, really. It just sort of slipped out... And it was more so a snort. She had apologized of course, but the apology had apparently fell short as she felt a painful pinch...

There is a beast that lives high up in the mountains, with a body of glittering golden scales and a belly full of molten lava that seeps out between its fangs. There is a woman in a village with golden blonde hair and blue eyes, shunned for her silence.They drag her through the streets, cursing and spitting, but instead of casting her to the bonfire they instead throw her to the whims of a dragon.

((I MEAN.... THEY HAVE THE SAME NOSE SO WHATS THE DIFFERENCE))

If she ever does get out of here, no one inland will ever believe that she’s kissed a shark.