Pendragon

Enid: Despite her lupin abilities, Evelyn is feeble in both body and mind, requiring Viper’s pity, protection, and undivided attention.

Enid: *heartbroken* Is this really how Wednesday feels about me?

Thing:

Thing: *hesitant gesture*

Ta da!!!

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love someone? chomp

excited? chomp

upset? chomp

transition

bdsm

ADHD medication

go outside for an hour and observe birds

I dare not breathe as she drags her tongue, rough and wet, across bare skin, down my neck and across my shoulder. The lick is saturated with her magic, and it leaves a trail of tingling skin as her power seeps into my flesh.

"Do you still not yet understand why I might want you?" she asks me.

"N-no," I reply, my voice small and unsteady, barely more than a squeak.

She nips my ear, razor-sharp teeth pressing dangerously close.

My hand slips, and the strings of my harp let out a discordant screech that brings a frown to her face. I don't know that I want to find out what happens if she stops finding my music to her liking.

"Pardon?" I ask as I do my best to recover.

"I have known many musicians who would sing to music such as yours, yet you are silent. Why?"

She cocks her head to the side to better fix one of her gleaming eyes on me.

I want to reply that many musicians do not sing, but that is not the answer to the question she is asking. I have no doubt that she possesses some magic that can see into the very heart of me.

I decide to be honest. I do not want to find out what happens if she catches me in a lie.

"I do not care for my voice," I admit.

"Why?"

I feel my skin crawling with the weight of her attention, the power of her magic.

"My voice is too deep," I say, barely louder than a whisper. "Too rough."

"Do you find my voice too deep?" she rumbles, amused.

I shake my head, powerless under her scrutiny.

She grunts a self-satisfied sound, and reaches out a claw to carress my face.