@maledictiis ; aoife + mara , the brothel
“mara, darling,” aoife starts as she practically bursts into the room. she know she likely looks a mess- hair flying everywhere, cheeks flushed, and breathless- but also knows her love wouldn’t mind. young ragnar has been running her absolutely ragged today.
the fauna takes a moment to catch her breath, giving the other woman a sheepish smile. “you haven’t happened to see our little dragonet, have you? he wanted to spend the morning with sera, but she’s in a meeting at the moment, and she knows that he’s not allowed in meetings, and he’s run off to hide somewhere. i can hear him giggling, but heavens help me, he may have actually found a place i can’t find him.” another sheepish smile. “i’m sorry for bothering you when you’re busy.” maybe the other woman would forgive her more easily if she used her trademark doe eyes. those usually work.
