#flieuthi

             The giant mass of a mossy tiger came from behind the queen, gently taking a piece of her clothing within his mouth, giving it a soft tug to gain her attention. And of course, a chuff had followed suit.

    “Oh! Bless you honey.” Rosemary giggles after she hears her baby sneeze. He is so small that everything he does is cute to her. “Isn’t he just the most precious lil’ thing that you’ve seen?” 

        he loves her , dearly , drawn as moth is to flame . her light is not easy to ignore , an innocence so akin to lost love . but she is not that . alive , blossoming , her purity open to taint . love’s extent laid upon the table , the wants of wretched beasts’ king known  &&  shown , there’s no place for propriety . courtesy is a sour taste upon the tongue , as he eases through delicate guard , as thin as her calm , as brittle as her pretty wrist clasped in black hand .  ❛  i wanted to be the first to bed you , lucinda . i longed to feel your father’s wrath for such a deed .  ❜  he rips through , persistence pressing on , as truths  &&  touch spill upon her skin .  ❛  your father wants you , too , if not more . hate me for what i say ; i refuse to hold my tongue any more .  ❜ 

    ❝I’ve made something for your lil’ one.❞ Rosemary smiles as she holds up a pastel pink blanket with a little rabbit embroidered into it. ❝Lydia really adored Dahlia’s so I thought I’d make her one too.❞

       ..What? Don’t give me that look, Miss Queen of the Second Circle!

            “Little Lamb. Oh, little Lamb. Where is my sweet little Lamb~?” // @flieuthi​

            ....YOU’RE NOT A PLANT!!!

            It’s his lamb’s ( @flieuthi ) birthday today and the tiger isn’t quite sure what to get her this year. He has literally given her anything she has wished for.