#gabrielcrivelli

“Master! Master, I’m home!” Acacia called out happily as she skittered into Gabriel’s house. Thoroughly delighted with the plan she and Violet concocted, the familiar couldn’t wait to see her master again. She hung her little bag in a coat closet and grabbed her phone before beginning to wander around the house in search of the vampire.

The familiar took one last look at the paper, matching the letters to the sheet propped up on her desk. She wanted to be certain she had the letters right before seeking out Gabriel. Smiling at the whisper of silk against her skin as she padded through the house, glad that Gabe had gotten her lovely things to wear. “Sir, I’ve written something for you,” Acacia murmured shyly as she offered the paper. Her first original sentence, it was only fitting that it involve him. In large letters, she had written, “I belong to Master Gabriel.” Simple enough for the literate, but quite a feat for her.

Acacia laughed as he scooped her up, pressing kisses to his jaw as he carried her away from the guards. “I hope I please you, sir,” she murmured softly into his skin. “I hope I don’t offend you by saying so, but I’ve missed you sir. Quite terribly, in fact.”

Even now, the familiar is loathe to do anything that makes the vampire less than happy.

“Only when I get to worship someone like you,” the cheeky answer falls easily from the familiar’s lips as she beams up at the vampire. It’s easy enough, especially when she’s on her knees for him, arguably her place in the presence of a better, but there is something different with him. With him, with anyone who grants her any degree of consideration really, it’s so easy for her to fall into adoration. Leaning in to press her lips over his length, she sucks on him through the layers of fabric separating her lips from his skin. “I hope you know that,” she informs him, suddenly quite serious. “I’d worship you every chance I get. I don’t see how I could resist.”