Maharet, of the First Brood

Maharet walks into the room he sat in, wearing one of his oversized botton up shirts and not much else. The ancient smiles brightly upon seeing him before she sits in his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her lips pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Buona notte, amore mio." [[from redhairedtwin]]

The huskiness of his chuckle and the sound of his soft growl causes her blood to flow south. “Mm,” she humned with a smirk, her hips shifting in his lap. Leaning into his kiss she looks at him, her fingers running into his hair. “Only the best, my love.” She hummed, pressing a sensual opened mouthed kiss to his lips.

Maharet walks into the room he sat in, wearing one of his oversized botton up shirts and not much else. The ancient smiles brightly upon seeing him before she sits in his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her lips pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Buona notte, amore mio." [[from redhairedtwin]]

Maharet walks into the room he sat in, wearing one of his oversized botton up shirts and not much else. The ancient smiles brightly upon seeing him before she sits in his lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders and her lips pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "Buona notte, amore mio." [[from redhairedtwin]]

Her features were alight in unbridled joy. The ancient always knew how Mael felt about her, and surely he knew of her feelings towards him. In fact, Maharet was more than certain that no one on this green earth knew her as well as Mael has and always will (with the exception of Mekare, that is). His loyalty and the fact that he has been consistently by her side for three millennia was a testament to that fact. They were like the North star, always finding themselves drawn to one another. And those feelings always resurfaced when they declared such emotions.

“Slow dance in the dark for old times sake, while we leave death in her own wake”

All night I stretched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone, ‘Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.’ Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.